~ First, last, who cares ~ by Hamida Mitha
I was fleeting infatuation
A sort of numb intoxication
Like trying out a new hobby
And realizing it's not for you
I was an impulse buy
Shoppers guilt
I was marked fairly
90 days on the receipt.
I was the throw-away
Single use
Fast fashion
A # in the drive thru
I was a thrifted piece
Not worn enough to be vintage
Not bright enough to be new
I was the Monday blues
The first of the year,
A forgotten resolution
Another frown in the gym's mirror
A day off the calendar
A check on a to do list
A first, a last, a never again
But never ever a "see you again"
An eyebrow over plucked
Shit out of luck
Spilled milk
A Broken toy
No wifi
Snagged sweater
Paper cut
Tangled hair
Stubbed toe
Lazy day
Nothing real
Go away
