i stand with my towel wrapped around my body
water droplets clinging to my skin
fresh out of the shower I examine my face in the mirror
My eyebrows look a uneven
My nose looks to big for my face
My lips look larger than usual
reminds me of grade school
how all the boys pointed out that my lips
weren't like the other girls
                            
i drop my towel and bring my hand to my neck
trace my collarbone
my hand drops to my stomach
it rest there, pinches the excess skin
Tssk,Tssk that'll have to go
my hand sweeps across my thighs
The gap is to small
                                                                     i cannot be this young girl with wild hair and wild eyes

Night,
          is my lover,
                              with long brown hair,
                                              green eyes,
                                         like texas stream,
                                        with tiny crawdads,
                                        living in the mud,
Night,
           a melody,
                            possibly composed,
                                  by Beethoven,
                                      one night,
                                  on purple ***,
                               that sailors drink,
                                  after a storm,
                                   and land,
                                is as unfamiliar,
                                yet is fantasized,
                                  like the ******,
                            dreaming of **** kiss,
Night,
           long road,
                             Dharma bound,
                                                         bare foot,
                                                           ­               hungry.