Just Us and We Not She
On and on and on and on she goes and I never saying no.
I say no
She says hell yes.
She can’t stop you see, she can’t.
The soft hair, the faded age spots
The fading costing me a fortune.
She and I talk in the mirror.
I say the-no-make-up-look is great for fifty
She says hell no.
So the gray dies and the crow’s feet puff up
The teeth whiten.
No trembling with the damn eyeliner.
I am not allowed to grow older
She won’t allow
She and I talk in the mirror.
By myself without she, I am fine.
Damn it, I refuse to paint my toenails anymore.
All natural and that is all.
She won’t blame I she blames me.
But I will stick with it when it is just
I and me.
I walk around bare footed, spin my wool
Knit my scarf and sew my skirt.
I won’t stop I won’t stop
Until
I meet she again in the mirror.
She talking to I and me
Fight the look, fight the sag
But when I and me walk away
We remember to ask us why.
Sandra K Woodiwiss © 2012
