Self portrait as the box of junk on top of my dresser
Look at me and the first thing you'll probably see is the glitter
Sparkling throughout the box
Mixed in along side the hairbands and chapstick
Catching the light and cheerfully reflecting back at you.
There are five colors of lipstick vibrantly shining out of my box
And seven chapsticks, waiting patiently to be practical
Which they often are.
They come and go with gratitude and love,
Glad to be of use to friends and strangers.
Glad to be returned to their home after long journeys in pocket books and handbags.
There are sharp things in my box of junk too.
Nail clippers
And bobby pins with their tips broken into points.
I have learned the new hard way to always look when I stick my hand in my box.
It's not a deep box or a large box
But it always has just one more band aid
Or cough drop or a comb I thought I lost a week ago.
Whatever I need, if I dig patiently and gently,
I can usually find it within my box.
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