There she sits, unremarkable
Blue jeans, white shirt
Looking through bric-a-brac papers
A salvage
From the junkyard of a too big purse
Head bowed
Disheveled in insecurity
She glances and retreats
A shell of shyness.
Poor girl
I hope she has a good life.
by M. Perron (Originally written May 16th, 1992)
Notes: Wow, I must have been really down on myself to write such a condescending piece. I’m grateful that I’ve forgotten that day!
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Why did you feel she wasnt happy/ sorry for her?
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Great question!!! I wrote this about 20 years ago and I am sure it was a projection of feelings about myself. She was simply the canvas upon which I painted those feelings.
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No worries Mario…we all have those days….
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hhmmmm… do we now?
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