the assembly of a woman

as i lie

in bed, watching her get dressed

and ready

to start the new

day.

i realize

what a process it is for

women.

an assembly

of sorts

from head to toe.

the make-up,

the brushing of hair,

the under garment

things,

the blouse and skirt,

then shoes,

which seem to be 

the most difficult

of all

to choose.

then onto the wrist and

neck,

a tiny sprinkling

of perfume.