a poem a day for a year #40

by Amy Turn Sharp


my old bartender is working on a Ph.D

she will be a doctor and I will still be a vodka honey

she used to throw me out 

and point her finger at me

telling me I was too smart

not a knob head

get out

go out into the sunshine

or the dark cool air and 

find yourself girl

stop making your eyes wonky

adaptation

tell the world all of your words

 

all around me people are becoming who they want to be

when will I become me?