Parting Gift
Friends, I will be your blooper girl,
your end-of-the-credits buffoon.
You can film me as I fall, as I fail, as I flop,
as I drop the tray of glasses,
as my strapless top slips.
I’ll make it easy on you.
At least twenty times a day
I forget my lines.
At least ninety times a day,
I trip on my certainty.
Yes, I will be the one
who will flub most every punch line.
I’ll be the poster child
for sincere ineptitude.
I know, my outtakes
are better than my A roll.
But dang, the path of failure
has always served me.
And man, most of the time
I can laugh as I blunder,
laugh until you wonder why
I am still laughing,
laugh because what else
can a woman do when
gaffes are her saving grace?
This is a delight! Hard to imagine the narrator of this poem is you, but if so, welcome to the Sisterhood of the Perpetually Awkward. I’m a founding member.
soooo me. and so glad to meet a founding member! I think the only thing that has changed about me is that I have gone from trying to hide that I screw up to laughing about it more. and that makes it all so much more fun to be alive.
Laughter is the route to ascension in this sisterhood. Extra points if you also laugh awkwardly. It can be done. (See founder.)
I love you so much.
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