I was a squirrel watcher,
a porch-dweller, lost and moody,
I smoked that last cigarette
five times a day, drank that last drink
twice before the sun went down,
and when I couldn’t stand waving
one more time to people driving by,
I pulled my ball cap down over my eyes
and pretended I was asleep
or intently studying hidden messages
in the wood beneath my feet.
For weeks I dressed like a man
in baggy tee shirts and faded boxer shorts,
and I didn’t care if my hair was a mess -
that’s what ball caps are for,
and if I ate at all it was something between bread,
it just didn’t matter -
I was an old soldier come home to rest,
my body banged up and sore,
I only wanted to watch squirrels
smoke cigs
and forget I was a woman.
And then, you came along,
a blast from my past, a smile so white
I thought I’d go blind, and you said I looked awful
for such a pretty thing, maybe some love
and a good old-fashion romance
might be what I need -
no, that wasn’t it, I’m fibbing for poetry.
You actually said,
get off your ass woman, and live with me,
which was a decent offer
considering no one else had thought to ask,
so I tossed it around
liked the idea
and went to put on a dress.
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