disapproval, curiosity.
Returning the multi-layered stare,
I wonder if you, too, are having
a bad-hair day, if you're kicking
yourself for eating that extra
cookie last night.l Lucky you--
hiding so much behind
your black facade.
How odd we'd each feel,
exchanging places for a day.
For you, how liberating
escaping all that black--
revealing your beauty for the
world to gawk at, finally asking
why only he--who in fact might
have one or two other women to
see--should be privy.
As for me, how luxurious to
disappear behind black--slipping
into it as if into a warm bubblebath.
Could keep pajamas on all day
underneath, go an extra day or two
between shampoos. Nothing to loose.
Not have men gawk at me. Get into
flaunting mystery.
(c)Diana Woodcock 2010
from In the Shade of the Sidra Tree,
a chapbook forthcoming from Finishing Line Press
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