I had my fifteen minutes when
my skin was smooth and creamy
and once or twice as I walked in
heads turned around to see me.
The dimples flashing on my cheek
are thigh-bound now. My tresses
are grey and thin, my waist is thick,
my features unimpressive.
Invisible though I may be
to those who prize the surface,
my worth resides inside of me
beyond the realm where earth is.
2012 Mary Boren