Heather Awad
Too Short for these Pants
I loved you even though you became unlovable.
I mustered all the hope I could steal from the stars
to find myself in the graces of your smile.
I don't blame winter for your frozen lips
showing teeth sharp like icicles.
I don't blame me for being unlike you:
warm and soft around the edges.
I knew this would never fit
even in those body-beautiful mirrors
we're never sure are accurate.
Bio
I have been writing poetry many years but have recently become very engaged. I was previously published as Poem of the week on the Oz Poetic Society's website, as well as appearing as Poet of the Weak on The Poetry Superhighway. My work was also in the Journey of the Heart Collection on Women's' Spiritual Poetry website and I will be a contributing poet to their newest anthology, Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry. I have appeared in The Shot Glass Journal, and in the Fall 2014 Poetry Quarterly. I have a 13-year old daughter, I am finishing my Bachelor's Degree, and I work in local government agency. Some things in my life seem to come and go, but poetry has planted itself inside me, and its roots have spread far and wide.