12:12 Am
I kneel in my bedroom
A nubby knit blanket softens the wood under my knees ankles toes
I take the thin black cap of dark red polish—
The color my mom said no to when I was young
The dark of a girl’s shadow on a wall, a lamp draped in scarlet silk
I bend forward and make careful strokes
The Shangri-Las “Paradise” comes on shuffle
I become conscious of the world’s spin—
The shifting of the people money feelings wind time and endless wastelands, tumble
My head sways, I know the moment
I let a red drop slide down my thigh
I am happy to be held in my body—
Surrounded by the madness of being alive.
Copyright © Emily Hanson | Year Posted 2010
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