It's those little big things
you can't get away with, anymore.
Like groping a man's leg
under the table or wearing that slut
red slashed-to-the-thigh dress to a party.
You're no longer asked to hide
in dark corners for kiss and go seek
or come find the wienie.
Sometimes you forget the world changed
when you blinked--your heart leaps,
but nobody rushes into the hush
of your expanded cocoon.
Your hair grows like a snow angel's
and you know you've begun that long
unnoticed tumble into the vast static white.
Main Street Rag 2009
Art: Fishbauch by Anke
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