Monday, March 24, 2014

(Sh)Epitome

(Sh)Epitome
of all I'm not.
Beautifully balanced
as the Starbucks cup
in her right hand.
Lipstick in her left.
She puckers at the mirror.

Near her,
I wash my hands
and stand -
hair all mussed, face unfussed -
I just can't

try to fix myself in front of her;

(sh)epitome.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

18 comments:

Susan said...

Haha! We do move over. And I pity her!










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Helen said...

We've all been there ... 😱

Lorraine Renaud said...

Been there done that, and really who cares, except for your magnificent words

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes!!! Been there, done that, too!! This is terrific, MZ!! I love it!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I have a certain admiration for women who take the trouble. Partly my grandmother's fault for telling me never to 'let myself go'.
I make myself presentable in the workplace, but certainly put in no effort after hours. (Sorry Gran)

:-)

Jim said...

I'm glad I don't go through that, M.Z. Your poet lady needs to stick a picture, "I could be ...", on her refrigerator.
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Herotomost said...

Ha!!! I prefer the unkempt look. Do I appreciate the other, sure, but not sure why I prefer the natural look. Especially wet hair!!!!! Ok I said it...the pervert said it..lol. Loved this MZ

Robert Bourne said...

what soul sits beneath the unkempt hair... what soul sits behind the lipstick and Starbucks coffee... The mirror reflects more than the surface if you look beyond the obvious...

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice wordplay up front...yeah, you know i have little use for gussying up...

kaykuala said...

Unkempt in a nice way is always more sexy. That is quite universal. Nicely MZ!

Hank

Steve King said...

A wonderful capture of the common beauty ritual. A very smart and engaging write.
Steve K.

Margaret said...

Well, there isn't much beautiful with my natural state… good thing my husband is practically blind without his glasses :)

I do like to carry a tube of lipstick around, and I do like Starbucks… but more times than not I use the drive through window as I'm in my "natural state" ;P

Clever words, as always. SHE vs she (loved that)

Kay L. Davies said...

My mother used to say to my teenaged self, "You look like a ghost, go put some lipstick on!"
That was long before Starbucks, of course, circa late 1950s, early 1960s.
You, my dear MZ, are a poet in a million, carrying succinct to new, um, what? lows? No, not that can't be right.
K

blueoran said...

It's not a dude thing except when trying to perform next to a more impeccable specimen at the urinal. The pecker parade. Gee whiz, dare I? It's one of the rare moments when the outside freight outweighs the inner ... guess that why it's an epitome ...

Fireblossom said...

One never knows what insecurities may drive "perfect" women. Plus, I bet she can't write a poem for shit. That's what I like to tell myself in a situation like this, where I am feeling all less-than because of a stranger half my age. As they used to tell me at the tables, "don't compare your inside with someone else's outside."

Besides, you're the finest there is, MZ!

Kathryn said...

unkempt seems to be my middle name. we love you just the way you are.

Shen said...

Love this one.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Know this! Excellent!
Anna :o]