mind
it's a stand-off
old western style
but with more jazz
and hot, soggy rain
more Tennessee Williams
than John Wayne
my 30 year old self
stands under a fire escape
in a dark alleyway
smoking a cigarette
she's sexy
she's undoubtedly all
w o m a n
her breasts fill a DD
her hair falls perfectly
around her face
even when wet
her voice has the husk
of whisky on rocks
her eyes are like snipers
killing with a glance
and if you follow them
across to the end of her
sight line, there's me
29
awkwardly smiling
a goof whose hair is an
unorganized floof
whose body language
says, "I just wanna lay down"
who looks like she just
forgot to grow up
and in the gaze of her
30 year old self expectation
she melts--oh geez,
she thinks,
it's gonna take a lot more
than 30 years
to turn 30!