To My High School Chums 10 Years After …
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We have become so grown –up
I can’t stand it
with our husbands
one divorce
(that was almost two)
with our diamonds
and our diaphragms.
The years have past
when we coveted our virginity
like the last dollar before payday
and we slurred each other
to each other
behind each slut’s back
as we lost it
in turn
and, oh
we are verging 30
and are starting to face deaths
of fathers
of dreams
and I caress the days
in my mind
with jealous fingers
when a skinny girl
with a too-big nose
watched me put on my make-up every morning
driving me crazy
and being there
when I cried and my mascara ran.
© Joyce Mason, 2008-2011
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