I rolled my tears up
On big diva curlers,
And it may take years
For them to dry,
But I don't have
Anywhere to go today.
And so for now, I'll wear them proudly
To the grocery store and beyond,
Like sackcloth and ashes,
To show the world that I do have somewhere
More important to be,
Later,
Somewhere worth shaving my legs for,
And taking the rollers down.
-jenn long
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