When I was
a little girl
I was
a tomboy
shinned trees
skinned my knees.
Now, I’ve become
a woman
I am
all woman
with a penchant
for toy boys
(there has to be an antidote dear
to my husband Timothy)
still skinning my knees
but with more
adult activities.
She smiled
pursed her lips
sipped her wine
remembering.
“Stop remembering
in front of me! ”
I scolded her.
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