Ordinary Advice for an Extraordinary Widow

Shorten your favourite skirt
Four fingers above the knees
And do not put a hem on it

Put on your makeup like a whore
Dye your hair red
And put on your red sandals

Go to the village pub alone
Order the most horrible drink and
Smile at the first man who looks at you

Memories are what
Happened yesterday
Start living again
For you are worth a lot

Every similarity with a character
of a widow I once knew Is intentional.

poem by Jankovic Zoran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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