March 25, 2011
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The Last Cut and Paste
How do good things happen? They sneak up on you until you are looking them right in the eyes and finally have the ability to see them. Sometimes. Or they whisper in your ear. Or sometimes they yell. Loudly. And you are scared for a moment and hold your breath because could it be true? Perhaps. You repeat it over and over in your head until maybe you believe it. Maybe you hold on to it and roll it around in your mind until reality begins to look a little clearer.
I still flap my flip flops
You can hear me down the hall
Clack-clacking
I was told it isn’t ladylike
That everything I do should be with poise and thought
But my thoughts are filled with other things
My flapping is done with enthusiasm
Stomping over poise
And yet
The princess cup I bought says “Gracious and kind”
And this is the woman I want to be
“Clothed with strength and dignity”
I look down at my dirty feet
And think maybe I should wash them again
Maybe I should walk more carefully
