Poem: 4/8/11

South of the Border
I Do Not Regret:

being mistaken for a Deadhead 
chatting with waitresses about their lives
enjoying "reality television"
my wild looking hair
not having a child at 23
being the mom of an only
missing my two waterbabies
my contradictions
my need to be alone
having the palest skin but not feeling it
loving everything
loving everyone
loving you
loving me
I do not regret love at all