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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Florida or Plastic Surgery?

she asked
did you go to Florida?

of course
she knew i hadn't
flown the air
trekked a mile
ran away
since
yesterday
i
sat behind
her
typing

but without roots
dark muddy brown
gray

and with sunkissed
cheeks
lips
hair

i had to smile and tell her this story:

I was helping this woman when she looked around me,
above and almost through...complimenting me--finally coming out to ask,
"Did you get something done?"

I told her I had gone to the pool Sunday, sat in the sun.
I told her I walked to work.
But get something DONE?

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant...
Plastic surgery?

And though it was meant as a compliment, I still can't quite decide how to take it.

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