Photo by Brooke Shaden
“Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give
it up, eventually.
But I'm not ready for that yet.” ― Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
But I'm not ready for that yet.” ― Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
It is I who cuts myself
into a thousand miseries.
I am pottery painted
by every word I pull
through the glass.
An aged vessel, I search for flaws,
dividing myself by scars, and
yesterday’s photos…
a seeker of lost ignoring found.
Gratitude prods me to look
deeper than vanity’s gnawing hound,
but I’m too human to not wish
the calendar wasn’t turning me
into a dried apple.
©Susie Clevenger 2022
