She offered me the opportunity,
to donate. She offered me a daffodil to wear, tucked
onto my jacket lapel.
Would I like to join the fight against Cancer? She smiles.
No thank you.
I wear my daffodil under my clothes and try to
It was carved onto my skin with a scalpel.
It’s not a fight. I didn’t win. I didn’t
Medicine. Doctors. A lot of luck.
The best we can…
I want to wear garish red lipstick and flirt outrageously with handsome young men.
When I get old, I want to sit in the sun where I can hear the waves crashing against the beach.
I want to giggle at the boys who walk by wearing their wetsuits carrying their surf boards under their arm.
When I get old, I want to drink tea while reading books.
When I get old,…
Fact - there’s more yoga mat in bread than there is bread in people who use yoga mats #notreallyafact