Week of Oct 13, 2014


At some times in my life
my hair was the only thing
I liked about my looks.

It is so hard to let it go now.

When I think of who I am,
I think: blonde, blue-eyed, tall,
in that order.

It’s so hard to let it go

and allow myself
this unique time to see
who I could be.

A woman with a perfect head
and cheekbones to die for.
A woman with lovely shell ears

and a beautiful glow.
A woman with blueberry eyes
still good enough to eat.

Margaret Dubay Mikus

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