little tart

i miss little tart me
when my otherwise
insecure heart
was so bold & hopeful
looking for love
in all
all
the wrong places
sad enough at
twenty-two
i am not willing to revisit
at fifty-two
though
i do miss her
miss that bold
& hopeful
little tart
& do
imagine
some of her magic
must still live
on
inside
me.

this is a re-occurring thought i have been having. i was such a little tart when i was in my twenties. some might think i should be ashamed & keep that hidden…but fuck me that little tart was awesome. no shame. none.

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