gawking stares by wal-mart employees, and even though it's been awhile, i know that patrons of suburban beachbars would love me as their trophy-wife
despite the cushioning around my stomach, i somehow possess the ability to entice. i am a winterfresh smile and an alcoholic conversationalist
add me to the list of those who slip through fingers and are pined for with fond reminiscence
the best times could be had with me - shall i prove what would be missed?
the glowing prize, treasured over time after sweat becomes commonplace and i'm proving how smart i truly am -- wordy and emotional and a crazy spectacle leaning and dancing towards a tearful outburst
somewhere: hands touching body parts, and a solitary moan
if i can live with the faded scars ignored because an inability to comprehend them (or lack of interest) then i am the psychiatric miracle
this delicate pathway is navigated like everyday conversation