Thursday, April 1, 2021

A Rumpled Thing Left Out to Dry

 


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and now, introducing me
when you look at this rumpled old thing
just what is it that you see?

I've spent an entire lifetime
trying to iron myself out
and I claim that I'm almost there

but the truth be told
I feel like I was left 
for too long in the spin cycle

I try to tumble dry
the tears from my eyes
as I realize

that I still haven't managed
to warm up to myself
I emerge from each battle with me 
dizzy and covered in dryer fuzz

although I have a big body
I mostly feel mighty small
I know people don't care for bulky me
the way they do for silky bits of finery

folks think it's perfectly acceptable
to snub those who look like me
they tell me I'm carrying too big a front load
and I have too much junk in my trunk

when I try to think about me neutrally
I know that I have a good quality or two
I'm an easygoing cuss
a wash and wear kind of gal

I'm definitely not one of your fine delicates
one of those dainty damsels 
that dashing heroes like to pick up
like a lace hanky dropped on the floor

ladies whose unlined faces
appear to be permanent press
so long as you machine wash warm
and dry flat

but as these downy chicks
tumbled by life's tide
become wrinkled 
they are folded up and put aside

it isn't that the fellows
won't take a tumble with me
it's just that they think of gals like me
as a pre-soak

a warm-up for the dainty delicates
that they drape from their muscular arms
to accessorize their designer suits
when they go out on the town

a pretty little accessory
that they can fluff and fold
and tuck away in a drawer
until they're ready to use her again

I decided to rinse my hands of men
who cycle through women's lives
with all the tenderness of a tropical storm

I don't want to be kept
hanging on the line
with clothespins or lies
waiting for the prairie wind to dry my tears

~cie~

Prompts 
April PAD Challenge
Countdown Day 2: Write an "almost" poem.

Countdown Day 1: Write a warm-up poem.

PAD Challenge Day 1: Write an introduction poem

D'verse Poets

D'verse Words
fluff & fold
spin cycle 
permanent press 
wash & wear
cycle 
dryer fuzz 
machine wash warm 
tumble dry 
dry flat 
presoak 
wrinkled 
front load
rinse 
fine delicates 
clothes pins
downy
tide 

NaPoWriMo
Day 1: See the world in a new way
I did not expect to metaphorically be comparing myself to laundry, but here we are.

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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2 comments:

  1. Sadly, painfully, true and familiar.

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    1. This is why my (at least internal) response to people saying "but there are good guys, you just need to put yourself out there and find one that will love you for you!" is "oh my Goddess, please fuck off!" I know there are a few good ones. I had one. He got really sick and died. I had an emotional attachment to him. I can't quite "just replace" him the way I can a fucking kitchen appliance that breaks. Anyway, my ratio of bad ones to good ones is pretty high. There are far more bad ones out there--really bad ones. Do I want to be abused again? No fucking thanks. I can do that for myself quite well enough.
      Also, us not conventionally attractive people get a lot of shit when we're seen in public together. I am a large woman, he was a tiny little wiry guy. People were always sniggering that he must have a fat fetish, which made me even more insecure, always wondering if he was going to drop me for someone young and pretty. So, fuck everyone that does that to people too.
      I think the moral of this story is that people need to just shut the hell up with their unsolicited opinions and let others be.

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