Me.
Obsessive-Compulsive.
Sentimental "basurera".
Cry baby.
Burdened for kids.
Hole in sweater which falls off my shoulder.
Pale pink inside/out tank top with tags showing.
Very little traces of hair left on my head from the night I went postal with a pair of scissors.
Overwhelmingly thick eyeglasses falling off the edge of my nose.
Brown flip flops, too big for my feet.
Glossy lipstick.
A book in one hand -
Vintage purse falling from the other.
An "old friend" and I found something in common the other night -
He saw me - again.
He felt my pain.
He kissed my mascara-stained cheeks.
He was there for me.
