unfinished...

Mama told me I'd be a pearl
soon enough...

I've stayed coiled in my shell,
been washed up on shore
to bask in the sunlight
content
sloshing about
drifting...

until I became the ultimate shell of a woman
submitting to the accepted paradigm-
the kind of woman
who orders everything by catalogue
the kind of woman
people haven't seen face to face in years
all they ever get is my small pale hand
drawing back the curtains-
middle finger to the world
in my little washed up dreams