There’s been a trend on social media lately for women to describe themselves the way a male author would in a novel. The results have been highly amusing, so I thought I’d do my take on it as a poem for today.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Maybe she was once the kind of girl
I could have convinced to have a drink
even though she doesn’t like the burn
of whiskey down her throat.
She doesn’t wear her late-thirties well.
You can tell she eats her feelings
with a slice of chocolate cake each night,
curled up on her microfiber couch
(stain resistant for the kids, of course).
But her breasts would fill both my hands
to overflowing
so that’s something.
Issa M. Lewis 