JUNE 18,
2004
by
Cathryn Cofell
This
is the day you wake
and
say: Who are you
and why are you wearing
those ridiculous
pajamas?
What
happened to the sexy nightie
girl
who used to slither up in you,
whisper
Nancy Sinatra songs
but
not the one about the boots?
This
is the day you fall
out
of love with yourself,
that
day you realize
you
will have to come up with
the
all-time best break-up line,
but
even as you think it, you know
it
will never happen;
you
will never leave your wretched self.
You
will stay and stay and take it,
become
the someone you really are,
a
sloshy, spineless thing, old
and
whiny, the fat outcast in glasses,
she’s
back from the milk carton,
she’s
back.
~
previously appeared in Sweet Curdle
(Marsh River Editions)
