I Remember

Something to reflect on this Monday morning.

Chimera Poetry

I remember trying, 

spending time in the mirror and inspecting my walk, 

striding towards then away,

pulling in my stomach,

never admitting to lip hair removal.

Trying to learn eyeliner and to walk in new shoes.

I remember when it mattered 

but I can’t remember the way it felt.

And now I’m full of avoiding eyes,

 and mondays,

and silent screaming conversations in my head

with people who stare at me across tables 

in meetings I don’t belong in,

and breakfast cereals that are healthy,

and dreams that end in tears. 

I am made of spilled nail polish on satin,

and sweat stains,

and clothes that don’t fit right,

and lies that I can’t swallow,

and wanting, 

just once,

to have the words ready when I need them,

and bad breath and never

ever

getting the joke.

And I wish it was 

simple

and I wish it was 

manageable

and…

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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