I Am Forever
I will never be a suburban queen* with
legs of liquid denim that shift and flow and never press together and
sculpted breasts like colorless piñatas just waiting to be grabbed ** and
candy floss hair that weaves itself into a different miracle every day and
a full mouth that pleads the boys to fill it further with a kiss*** and
a laugh that tinkles down to the little brain without a detour to the big one.
You can see them in
Kiera’s jaw and
Britney’s hair and
Katy’s hands and
Kristen’s stare and
Shakira’s hips and
Lana’s mouth.
They are flawless.****
*bitch
**broken
***tongue
****for now
But I have been here for centuries* with
legs of curving alabaster that sway around my bones and
breasts that sink** under the weight of the flesh that holds them together and
curling hair that needs no oil but that which comes from my scalp and
a little pouting*** mouth under a straight, strong nose and
a laugh that makes you wonder what I know that you don’t.
You can see me in
Athena’s jaw and
Cleopatra’s hair and
Judith’s hands and
Helen’s stare and
Penthesilea’s hips and
Guinevere’s mouth.
I am flawless.****
*millennia
**arc
***shapely
****forever