Quarantine fifteen settles
in places I’d never introduce,
and I think to myself,
“But you’re still aging well.”
Like I’m a gourmet cheese
or fine wine or those
expensive nails that take
48 hours to remove.
I tell the dog there are
changes to make and my
left leg believes otherwise.
“I AM wearing the weight
well,” as I mind-change
the subject.
I see sweet imperfection
and I love it.
Inspired by words from the incredibly hilarious man with no filter and an awesome gift of gab, Scott Muska. Originally posted via LinkedIn.
A Cornered Gurl 
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