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 horror
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
through me.
They flutter my skirts with such tenderness
as I swim through my apartment.
And the sand underfoot
only bothers me
a little,
and in fact at this very moment
at all.


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