EPHEMERALITY
EPHEMERALITY BLUES
do the birds get squawkier every Spring?
This year a choir begins at 5 a.m. led by a
robin taskmaster it is 9 p.m. +he is still
shouting as a new batch of moths attack me
+my woollens i don’t even bother to brush them
away they flitter in front of my face reminding me
that i am alive
that my wardrobe is alive with larvae +that at
almost 60 there is a wild beauty exhuberant+
perfect about the slow leaking & receding of
my story a very wise woman said to me today:
you can buy a cream for $10,000 +it won’t do a
damn thing for the skin on your legs i nodded &
mumbled something about the body no longer making
moisture
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keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be
we forget all too soon the things we thought we could
never forget Joan Didion
Spring 2015
songanddancegirl 