I’m going to dye my hair tonight,
and that will make everything
everything.
I have faith in these small things:
the tock-tock-tock of my boots
on pavement,
the fact of myself, however I am—
and of you, however you are—
the reunion
of myself with myself when I am
alone sometimes, though not
as lonely as now.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Okay, this is my new favorite of the Cavicchia canon. How amazing is the title “Not Really” as a way to instantly infuse the poem with ironic tension, and how wonderful are the lines “and that will make everything / / everything”?!
Wow, thanks! I tried to get myself away from that title, but everything else I came up with was two plaintive. It is a plaintive poem, but I wanted a little bit of edge or reserve in it. I’m so glad you liked it! I was trying to be less “artificial” than usual.