This getting older
It feels like confidence and
Competence and clarity
And yet it looks like
Mechanical wear and tear
– betrayal by the body.
This getting older
It feels like confidence and
Competence and clarity
And yet it looks like
Mechanical wear and tear
– betrayal by the body.
Does (or can) it exist…
… if it waves lily white flags
And supremicists
raging in defeat…(deceit?)…
lose their delusional minds?
It’s been a long time
Since fluoro lights and retail
Tunes marked time between
Makeup and music and smoke
From cigarettes in nightclubs
My knee aches today
But not my heart, that one is
Pumping baby, like
I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
Revolutionary?
To say I love me and you
It is not a war
And there is no either or
Just an I love you …and me
It has come to this:
I write Post It notes to me
And they say things like
‘You are enough’ and stuff like
‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
A dying cat sprints
Over the last finish line
Innately hopeful
Heart breakingly valliant
And blind sided in defeat.
I inherited
My father in law’s walking
Stick. It has sticky
Tape and a sticker with his name
I think I will paint it pink.
I can’t read your lips
but your masked voice is soothing
Busting the seams of
My hands longing to touch you
In privacy unveiling
You laying there, me beaming.
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