My hair is in a bun
Slipping out like a school teacher
Twirled up high like a ballerina
Controlled like a queen
It’s just not me
My skin is blotchy and itchy and red
Like a teenager
An old me
28
But I feel like a kid
With dirt under my nails
Whose sentences trail…
Off, when I meet someone new
A kid who has wrinkles
Beginning on her chest
From a few too many days when the sunscreen was missed
A kid who’s alone, eating soup off the stove
Wondering when, if ever,
She’ll have to grow up