Tasty tasy mortification
August 13, 2012
Today I was
a horse’s patoot.
I mean that in the most
loving way, you understand.
I bit it hard in front of
someone I respect, trying to be brilliant.
I was frozen with self-recrimination
and with feeling 13 again.
But we went to the ocean
and I let all my shame and mortification
sweep out with the tide,
and when we came home
I could still feel the waves flowing
They flutter my skirts with such tenderness
as I swim through my apartment.
And the sand underfoot
only bothers me
and in fact at this very moment