Pretend Life

 

Pretend Life

We have two lives

now, except for those

who have learned

to exist in just

one plane.

One for show,

the other an un-

edited, red-

faced, glorious

mess, cuss-

worthy, hands-in-

the-dirt, ugly-

crying, dust-

ball infested

wormy compost

bin of blank

days and desperate

gulps of air

in the

bathroom.

It’s totally

not your

fault

that you

don’t really

know

me.

Image: nrd on Unsplash

April 9, 2021

#NaPoWriMo2021 no. 9

Plain Vanilla Girl

By Justine C. Tajonera

There go the Cherry Chocolate
and the Almond Swirl
girls,
their skirts swishing,
their heels clicking,
a complicated stew
of perfume, designer
hand bags, and
glossy tinted hair.

I don't know
when I started my
state of
Plain Vanilla.
There was a time
that I aspired to be
Bubblegum and then
Coffee Brickle.


Along the way,
I dropped down
to the basics,
dangerously close to
generic.


But Plain Vanilla
works for me:
pretty much a canvas
for the day.

Really, I'm not
Plain Vanilla because
it tops the charts.

I choose my Plain
Vanilla self
just because.

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