Shirley Alexander's Writings
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Poem
Nov.11.2009
Bright Shiny Days Like This
You see me turn in front of the long mirror,
adjust my skirt, frown at the reflection, and sigh.
Knowing I never take compliments for honest truth,
you offer anyway. You tell me I am beautiful.
Before I can stop my brain from reaching my mouth,
it spills: I am fifty-six and not getting younger, I retort.
I want to...
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