Workshop Breaking Glass Lip-liner

All the enlightened instructors are discussing
Strategies of literary analysis for the advanced
Placement exam. There are methods passed around
Like lip-liner to try on all the other middle-aged women  
Who wanted to be princesses instead of mothering
The progeny of despair, poverty, and racism 

The facilitator stands open-faced staring into the thick southern
Air spouting her flaccid persiflage, wiry hair striking lighting bolts
With each positive affirmation; thirty-two years of prosody carefully
Scalpeled away with a nail file under blue-veined fingernails. Slowly
The inaudible cacophony bounces against the hardwood
Until my neck is snapped upwards by the glorious cerulean

Spilling through the three picture-windows above the Art-Deco
Pediments. The colloquialisms of wisdom break the glass  
As I shatter into a trillion beautiful shards of blue
Light broken like my wry smile across the afternoon skyline
My spirit spills out above the screams and gasps of liberated
Spinsters as I seep over the steel-faced horizon to that perfect

Conversation waiting to unfold with my newfound
Old friend of nothing and everything, falling between
The cracks of imagination: that perfect vortex of unknowable
Truths hiding behind the corners of her chanteuse smile