Sort of a Well Adjusted Adult, part II
I’m shelving books in a springtime
Blouse and high heels,
And life is okay when a patron
Walks towards me until she whispers
“You know, your shirt is on backwards.”
Then life rains on you for awhile.
Once, a guy wrote how he
Preferred women in their thirties:
“Something about life experiences
That gives them that extra sexiness,”
(As if we are seasoned breasts)
I can’t imagine anyone telling me that
Just because I turned thirty
(And life experience prepared me
To expect that). Instead,
I leave the clubs for the next generation.
I go to bed at ten.
My metabolism takes the slow lane.
And I wake up in pain and try
To guess why.
I’m still taking prescriptions.
I had it right the first time—adulthood is messy.
And yes, I do like it.