Remembering my old life and putting down the stick

I never tried to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything I could possibly do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said


...and then my beautiful man walks up to me wreathed in smiles and says..."No more yanky my wanky---I need food!" And we laugh with delight...

just joy

I am so fortunate.

Thank you, universe.