Differing narratives of perfection
As vexing as the “g” in poignant
Controlling all contrivances to don a dress in white
I walked down the aisle alone with a twisted stomach
Vomitless, thank God, as I reach your side
Life lessons are the very fruit of knowledge
Kept completely under glass whilst contemplating the size of my ass
Nerve endings starved of nerves. Deadened reflexes as grazing ensues.
Eating my way out of a crispy bacon house; a delicious fragile shelter no longer a place to hide cuz I ate it.
Clothes are so arbitrary like the final selections in a poetry contest.
Writing suffers on the holidays because I’ve no restraint.
I drank too much last night and my hair is pasted to my face.
A rebel fighting irrelevancy in a sea where nothing lasts.
Who are you anyway and what the hell have you done with my pants?