She wears 4 inch heels
And young men watch her move

She adjusts her glasses
And intimates the details of her favorite
Shows — or the tunes that ache
In her heart like a divorce
Too recent to let go

She is simple to love
But difficult
To carry up the stairs at night.

Issues fit into her
Like clean socks
Rolled up and ready to travel

The facade of peace
Folded up
Leaves her
Bulging

Everyone watches her
Wondering

When will she burst?