In Reverse
If I could, I would start
with white-haired
wisdom, creaky bones
that long for warmth
that fade to rosy
cheeks and ample
breasts, no need for
sweaters, shawls,
come hither dimples
bringing men from
all around, its spring,
it’s time to have
some fun.
***
Not So Bad
I see things others
cannot, satin threads
in doors, autos doubling
in the streets, lines that
disappear when driving,
lights that strobe.
Magical and medically
induced. Maybe not
so bad. I can’t drive,
but I can be a child
again in my golden years.
***
The Crossing
I kneel before I cross to the other side. From this moment where I am to the next moment where I don’t know where I’ll be. From the clouds to the rain. From no pain to migraine. From this breath to my last breath.
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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