i do care about beauty!

 

 

 

I have way more things to read outloud than to talk about.

 

And, truth be told, far more things to fall on my

knees about then to brag about. Typing this

confession only makes me less sissified, minus 1 third,

as if not being picked on ten-million

playground baseball teams hadn't already

pushed me thru the great loop of nebulosity.

We get so caught up in the spirit of ourselves

that we just don't want heartbreak anymore.

Only chicken wings and Haagen-Dazs

and our sweaters to match our shoes.

 

My sister hates adulthood. She shows me

the high school photograph she took with

her prom date, still for the last umpteen years,

sitting on my mothers mantle. He staring off

and she holding happiness in the shape of a

pink boutonniere. She thinks that after

lipo-suction she will once again fit, in another

life perhaps, when the dress of her dear

particulate fertilizes another tree for the

owls to nest in.

 

Dear lord, have I become to

wretched a thing to save? Wanting this morning

to kick Freud's a*s over his uncoordinated

instinctual trends when I want to fall in love again.

With someone ugly but alive who wants to burst

the blackheads on my back and not be scared off.

One who knows I care so deeply about beauty

that I write poems about

seeing it.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

There are so many ways beauty can be defined... The physical, youthful, thin.. These are the beauties our culture leads us to believe in, easily seen and defined and agreed upon... Easy, so we don't have to think. But this kind you seek, ugly but alive, the spirit of someone who wants to see what is Inside, this type of beauty is harder to see, harder to find, because we do have to fall on our knees for it... That is the type to write poems about... Though I do sometimes miss the 17 year old me, not for my looks but for that easy combination of wildness and naivety... So thoughtful Dana, this dear piece... HK

[Lydia Shutter]

Beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder, Dana. Not sure anyone would consider blackheads beautiful, but, hey, you never know. We all look in odd places for love and acceptance, it's true. I liked the stanza about your sister....gives us another perspective. Well written. Lydi**

[Emily B]

i read somewhere today that love always ends, but i believe in love too much to think it ever does

or that there isn't some perfect one for all of us

[K. Louis]

the blackheads huh? that's a lot to ask...lol
honest write..B e a u t i f u l D a n a