Apparition

She takes long strides

like Santa Ana winds,

her hair always a tangle

 trailing behind her

like a pet.

Her eyes are

voodoo

hypno

tiz

ing

if you can make it

past her magic

mouth.

She wraps her

willowy

arms

around you

without even moving

and you sway and you

dance

in a trance

til the morning

sun

breaks the spell

 

 

Me, Now

I always wish

that I was beautiful

or pretty

or even ugly

but thin.

I wish I had

the smooth lines

and gentle curves

of dancers

or models

or even just

regular girls

who go to the gym

and wear yoga pants

and sit on their

boyfriends

laps.

But instead I have

this broken body

with scabs and scars

and lumpy fat

with these

dark eyes

that have seen

too much

and callused hands

and a mind

that never quits

worrying and

wondering and

writing

and surviving

and loving.

Instead

Im just

plain old

me.