i want to be the type of woman
who wears laugh lines like trophies,
something she worked long and hard to get.
who catches tears like gutters
and hands them back,
saying “these are what make us grow.”
who is a picture frame,
holding a heart
and a laugh
and a story.
who knows her body
is the home to a life.
who finds her way back home
simply by leaning back
against her own spine.
