
This year I had
cotton candy
carnation petal
pale pink - hair.
(my husband wasn’t impressed)
There did seem to be a slew
of us, ‘fifty somethings’
suddenly sporting
rainbow hues.
(screw him.)
I am Pinky Tuscadero,
leather pants and lace bra,
tiny valentine hearts pleading
‘me mine’
I scream -
in my worn,
wrinkled neon pink
Doc Martens, defiantly
crushing fat strawberries
into vanilla ice cream
watching the rosy rivlets
running
My pink is NOT preserved
for prepubescent Lolitas
or peachy prom queens
or blushed brides
My pink is watermelon sunsets
bubblegum jewelweeds that
are not contained
by window boxes
This year I had
cotton candy
carnation petal
pale pink - hair.
And next year
I’ll probably
do it -
again.
About the Creator
A.J. Roberts
Just a human writing stuff. She thinks sad songs are better, that that laughing is close to crying, that good spelling isn't proof of intelligence but she does enjoy the odd semi colon.
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