Inspired by Word of the Day prompt.
a spider-smear on the wall
a tired little sigh from an old lady on the bus
gum on the sidewalk
Then you turn your head and look at me
You can see me.
I look down at my new hands
I am a woman, with such hands as these?
Is this shining hair my own?
And these strong legs carrying my weight?
I daren’t look in the mirror yet.
Not until you prove my face real
with a kiss.