I wish I could be my pre-sexed 8th grade self;
Breast-less due to a
Small bout
Of anorexia,
And that influential
Duct tape
Trick from
"Now and Then".
"When I grow up,
I want to be Bridget Jones,"
I said.
I am winning
And winning
And winning.
Tomorrow, I will upload my resume to the internet
And legalistically pray
For 1 hour
That God will lead me to
A full time job
The way
Breadcrumbs led
Hansel and Gretel
Home.
Maybe I made that last part up.
That is probably not the way the story goes.
And I don't know why
I always try to spin it
That way.
I guess
I like to pretend
There is a home
Waiting at the end--
That wants me
Even more
Than their house
Wanted
Them.
