I learned all the lessons of cement
by falling down pitted, dusty steps.
It's a consolation, this knowledge.
My sexiness couldn't protect me,
nor did well-meaning tips change my mind.
I was a female doctor, dammit.
They stripped me of my Donna Karan;
now I scrummage like a thrift store rat
in a maze of snap diagnoses.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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