could hold my entire being.
Don't I have three?
Maybe more, says H.G. Wells.
Push chest out, stomach in;
narrow eyes--wish self away.
If only
i had brown eyes....
if only
i were taller....
or maybe shorter....
if only
i were ever thinner!
or recently,
if only
i were younger....
Those gray hairs can be dyed.
Dim the light--
i can almost pretend
away laugh lines.
Oscar Wilde was right.
When i was young i wished i were pretty
wasting what looks i had.
The glass looks on mockingly.
A cruel moon to my tainted sun.
Who can break me out?
