I dream of farther things
I do.
Sometimes, I wish
To be encased
Quietly
In a marriage I have not agreed to
And
In those conditions
Find my freedom:
In a complete strangers eyes
I think it easier
To do that
Than to hold the expectations
Of generations before you;
Hold the expectations
Of a whole nation
In the center of your palm
To float,
To dream, and
To apply,
A dark, red shade of lipstick
In a vanity mirror
Is all I wish to be
And if I am to be shamed for that,
Well,
Well then I must hide, of course; for now
But one day,
One day,
I will confide in it
As if it were my lover alone.
This is,
Mary