I swore I'd never do this again.

Last time I showed up like this,

We sat around and discussed music, politics, poetry, and art

Without a care in the world,

And when I got in my car to leave,

I checked my rearview mirror

Only to see what a mess my hair was.

I haven't seen you since that day,

And here we are again.

And again, I have this urge to show up with wet hair,

And not a stitch of make up,

And bra-less.

-jenn