Inhaling the gravity
of abandoned aspirations
she ponders the flesh of her disappointments
noticing too late
that the noise of her inheritance
denies
the texture of her imaginings
and the emptiness
of a counterfeit story
What she was given
did not suit her
like the hand-me-down prom dress
it smelled alien and too familiar
it felt inbred
today
she turned away from
the secondhand pretense
lusting towards her own desires
she decorates her life
with unburdened joy
today
she,
she,
she
decided
Anke Hodenpijl
When Anke Hodenpijl is not a poet, she is a singer of songs, mother, grandmother, partner, gardener, traveler, and foodie. She thinks life is delicious, poetry is the essence of joy, and relationships are the reason for it all.