Cutting Off My Inner Woman

Cutting Off My Inner Woman

My inner woman came out of the closet
dressed to kill, wearing a low cut blouse,

hot to play poker, or happy to watch —
everything I thought I wanted.

We found our stride at the racetrack,
an easy rhythm right out of the gate,

but the second furlong has been a disaster —
unpleasant words exchanged with Mom,

bankbook exhausted, credit cards maxed,
a kick, a buck, a slap, a bite,

then make-ups that take forever.
Would she mind, no yum yum tonight

and hand me, please, that bottle of aspirin.
I feel a migraine coming on.

 

©James L. Ralston

 

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