After All

Staring at the paint chips in the ceiling,

Not wanting to move because I’m sick and finally cozy.

I’m starving though.

I stretch and claw my way into a half seated position

My mammoth duo of dogs aid me to no avail.

I lie back down,

defeated.

Taking a couple of puffs off my vape,

I rev upward.

I’m hungry dammit.

I stretch and wobble,

the dogs think it’s game on now!

I grab a chair and pull myself up.

Thighs of fire get me cleaned up and fed.

But, looking at me in the end, you would never know the fight.

Southern ladies always are presentable.

After all, we tidy our hair and freshen our lipstick,

even if the house was on fire.