A poem a day for 2013 - day 119 - Next

The man in the lane next to me
Rolled his window down to tell me
That I was still beautiful
Not a continuing beauty
Like from before
I am a beautiful
In spite of
Some something

I wonder if I was supposed to be thankful
Appreciate that even with my
Whatever
That must exist
On my left side
Between the top of my head
And my shoulder
Somehow I have managed to maintain
Some semblance of beauty
Even though

Before he drove away
He asked if I wanted to
Go on ahead
And give him
My seven digits

Grown women have telephone numbers
Not available upon request at a stop light
But that is neither here nor there
Either way
We do not have digits

Not even
Even though women

Me