Mean Woman

I don’t want to be the

In between

Woman

.

Make me young,

Drench me in the stench

Of youth

And arrogance

.

Make me old,

Wrinkle me and

Stack me like

My bracelets and rings

.

This process

In between

Is daunting at best

.

.

.

Then I have this thought:

I’m thirty-four. My life started over three years ago. Now - I’m sitting in the backyard of the house I rent - the one I live in alone - the one with all the creepy sheds. It’s summer. That means freedom.

Freedom to relax and bask in the sun on weaved vinyl lounge chairs given to you by people - probably taking pity on your seeming lack. But - you’ve outsmarted them all. You know that sitting and sweating and digging in the dirt and painting things inside your creepy sheds is all part of the process - part of your grand design.