Claire Taylor
Group Texts With Fellow Thirtysomethings
Found my first
gray this morning
my chin is a garden
impossible to
Embrace it!
Dye it
ignore it
Don’t
pluck it
I’m tired
of pretending
to be
okay
my breasts droop
more than
I’d like to
have enough to
notice a difference
my nipples will never
be the same.
Like saucers!
wait until
the baby comes
any day now?
I think
You look beautiful.
I haven’t
slept through the night!
First day back--
felt like myself
again, the same fight
over and over
I’m tired
of acting like
nothing’s changed.
The truth is
I miss
my stomach
my freedom
the quiet
the old
me.
gray this morning
my chin is a garden
impossible to
Embrace it!
Dye it
ignore it
Don’t
pluck it
I’m tired
of pretending
to be
okay
my breasts droop
more than
I’d like to
have enough to
notice a difference
my nipples will never
be the same.
Like saucers!
wait until
the baby comes
any day now?
I think
You look beautiful.
I haven’t
slept through the night!
First day back--
felt like myself
again, the same fight
over and over
I’m tired
of acting like
nothing’s changed.
The truth is
I miss
my stomach
my freedom
the quiet
the old
me.
Biography
Claire Taylor (she/her/hers) writes primarily about motherhood and mental health. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in Yellow Arrow Journal, Capsule Stories, American Writer's Review, Canary Literary Journal, and more. She is the creator of Little Thoughts, a monthly newsletter of original stories and poetry for children. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and can be found online at clairemtaylor.com.
Twitter: @ClaireM_Taylor IG: @todayweread |