Friday, July 15, 2016

BLONDE AMBITION



When my mother was twelve
She decided it was unlikely
That five foot nothing
Would ever be statuesque.
There was still hope, though
Of turning out charming or,
Better still, fascinating,
Elusive, dangerous, untameable
(Something like the Dragon Lady
With a better sense of humor.)
If she was merely cute
She'd join the Foreign Legion.

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