If I were a strip of Scotch tape,
I would glue my bangs
to my forehead
and pretend I had straight hair.

If I had straight hair,
I would grow it long,
let it sway like a braless hippie
or sweep it up in an elegant chignon.

If I had a chignon,
I would wear a sleek evening gown
with plunging neckline
and a rope of dazzling diamonds.

If I were a rope,
I’d tie it to a horse
and ride giddy-up
all over town.

If I were a town,
I’d invite you to a block party
and serve you a meal
at my table.

If I were a table,
I would be surrounded by women,
curly and straight,
who wear blue jeans and cotton
instead of diamonds and gowns

who write and laugh
and share and love –
who don’t need a strip of
Scotch tape to bond.

–  Jane, WG

Me Too

“Morning, Bim,” I greet my helper as I attach my BankBig name badge.


“Be my mirror?” I ask, turning to face him.

He says, “It’s a little – crooked.”

I adjust the little plastic shield. He nods.

He puts on his name badge and looks at me.

“Perfect,” I tell him.

We swap big thumbs up and happy grins,

and say at the same time, “Mirrors.”


March 2013