T is for Terminal B

Terminal B

I stand naked in the stall
of the DFW Airport Terminal B
bathrooms near dunkin doughnuts
changing out of myself
into myself again.

Those clothes
dirty, reeking of a former life
are neatly piled into a heap
at my feet
with boots covered in mud.

And I perform
the ritual cleansing
of a Wet Napp
and miniature hairbrushes
while standing on my toes.

Then comes a new me
unsealed from the pristine
plastic freezer bag
of new life
and new clothes.

A pair of jean, nearly pressed
into a single sheet
with a new shirt
and cardigan
to button me back up.

Lovely socks
dry and smelling of dryer sheets
slip into those clean sneakers
hidden at the bottom
of an overfilled bag.

A little lipstick
and the dirty laundry sacked
hair brushed, earrings in
I emerge
A different girl.

 

For the month of April I’ve committed to writing 26 poems, falling into the Alphabet.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.  To learn more about the A-to-Z Challenge visit www.a-to-zchallenge.com.

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