i do not like the idea of notion –
of being beat,
or even beaten,

collective generational trauma
longing for a day,
or days gone by

another woman –
somewhere in their mid to late forties
falls down,
some emotional stairs

i need constant work
try though,
not to impose on others
but equally,
do not store things under the covers

cossetted by a world –
that wears gloves,
but it’s lipstick kiss
can feel pretty tough