Regular Poem: There Are Worse Things I Could Do

He always said
I looked like Rizzo
in this shirt,
and tonight
I feel like her
or perhaps more accurately
like the woman she might’ve
grown up to be.

There are worse things I could do
than drink a Miller High Life or two;
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
but I can do laundry and I can cry.

But maybe I’m not grown-up Rizzo at all.
Judging from the Christmas lights
I just put up in my bedroom,
I’m probably Stockard Channing:

A thirty year old
playing a teenager.