D.I.Y.

We stitch scraps of failure

into quilts that celebrate success.

 

We decoupage torn pictures

into portraits that depict joy.

 

We faux finish our dead hearts

into mosaics of happy homes.

 

We hot glue frills and ruffles

onto our skin and feel pain.

 

We are a nation of women obsessed

with better living.

 

Grizel Esquivel