‘Cause I’m under construction everyone
so you’ll have to mind the mess
I’m under some construction
………………………..– No Doubt
She’s longing to be exquisite
in her own bright skin, so she’s
filling in between the lines with
sprite, and sparkle.
She’ll mortar her heart stones
with hope, soap her windows
with silence and the violet
slant of sun.
Petal her something soft, a
loft in which to weave her words
and wander among them,
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 21.