AGING

 

then her bones were

all about escape

untied choked without

clever marrow

bloated and unseemly

drinking in

a thing or two 

the fiction that follows

each truthful denial

a misdirection

that craven fear of words

stoked by inflection

bigger than she

revealing the personal

angry in place

cross-eyed kittens she cries

it is time to get drowned

a moment before

she laughs out loud

when her teeth collapse

those mad fucking dancers

free with the questions

done as well with the answers

she takes stock of herself

fakes shedding a tear

it’s like fucking Gray Gardens in here

she is literally downed 

by the park of reminders

wanting isn’t always doing nothing

hanging never solved a problem

crosses come and go in tandem

when her bones are all

about escape

untied and without

clever marrow

she will climb the cross again

quietened no doubt

by discomfort from the razor’s edge

she will climb the cross again

she will no longer pledge.

She will climb the cross again

waving from the edge.

 

6.18.19

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