[Hallmark's Maxine created by John Wagner]
Wild Woman
spent the first
half of her life
believing
her prince
would come.
She spent the second
half of her life
processing
her disappointment
over who
showed up
instead.
Wild Woman,
in theory,
still believes
in love.
She has read about it,
watched movies,
has happily paired
friends.
The question is:
is it foolish
to believe
it is
still possible?
If he
showed up now,
he'd be
just in time
to buy her
a new set of teeth.
Is it tender
or traumatic
to picture
glasses full of
dentures
on both sides
of the bed?
Is love
big enough
to weather
facial hair
on the
wrong gender?
Does she
really need
someone to
help her
get her coat on
right-side up,
and remember the
name and plot
of last night's movie?
Can hearts
and walkers
intertwine
without calamity?
Not to
mention
bodies,
and the attendant
danger
of serious injury.
Is that a gleam
she sometimes sees
in old men's eyes
as she passes........
or cataracts?
Does she
qualify
for a
two for the price
of one
coupon
for one hundred solid years
of Believing in Love?
What is the
Return policy,
if it is
a big mistake?
Isn't it
a hoot
that
the cars
she used to
go out
on dates in
are now antiques,
and she's still
thinking about
Mr. Right?
Is it best
to accept
that watching a
love story
on her big screen tv
is actually
far more restful
and enjoyable
than actually
living one?
Wild Woman is
too tired
for angst.
Wild Woman
took so long
to figure herself out,
she has long
since passed
her Best Before date.
Sigh.
"Too soon old,
too late smart."
