turkey day musings

it is interesting to
be a different person to everyone I meet
my mother's daughter is not
my father's daughter and
the girl so serious in class is
also the one who shrieks like a
child in her bedroom
and the feminist is also
the woman who helps cook thanksgiving dinner
clucking like a hen
sometimes the steamy image in the post-shower mirror
sometimes the disembodied thoughts of no one
--

every time I brush my teeth my gums bleed
maybe I am trying too hard