Confidence
10/28/2010 01:33 a.m.
They kept telling her
“sometimes you just gotta take life by the balls and yank it”.
Right now the balls are at the top of the steps;
ready to roll down.
She keeps praying for the strength to let go,
to free the dancer. No one has seen her.
Her life is just sort of flying away.
She refuses to puree in her misery.
Too much time was spent lavishing in the beauty of her burdens,
balancing them in a woven basket
perched on her head, stately… regally.
Confident enough in her femininity to dress
in frills and lace, accessorized to the nines,
she asks one last thing.
Please send flowers instead of donations.

I am currently Bemused
I am listening to cat meowing