NaPoWriMo, Day 6

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.


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.

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