thirty-five

Misses

When I was in Misses clothes
Just a 12, but sometimes a 10
In my 20's, I wanted to be Tank Girl
Big boots, short skirts, and Turquoise hair

Then I wanted to be girly
Because that was the thing to be
But dresses draped like potato sacks
And my hair wouldn't grow quick enough

Now I'm nearly 40
And my wardrobe's full of broken dreams
And unkept promises and disappointments
I miss being a Miss