here’s mummmmmmy!
what does it feel like to just jump into your car
and GO? and oh i remember the opera! for
the last decade i’ve been in too close quarters
with 90+ yr olds
what does it feel like to have more than a few short
years months weeks days hours to live in your body?
their eyes asked while inspecting mine still relatively
spry though on the slideside of glory
crepey
creeky
creepy
one woman walked the front circle driveway endlessly
mazecaught her face fraught could not say the word
death maybe because her name was Vita what she
did say
we’re waiting
we’re all waiting
she once told my now dead mother i’m going to steal
your gorgeous scarf! no need actually her former
belongings blowing in the breeze i have some now
quite lifeless without her in them stiff uninhabited
perfume
scent
fading
but u know what i really miss? her body even quite
beautiful in death warmcold softhard cleanputrifacto
i’ll take her back in any form but what will i do with her
when she arrives? her scarves+furniture dispersed
oh she’s
gonna be
some mad
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…what we call the beginning is often the end
and to make an end is to make a beginning…
T.S. Eliot
Winter 2022 ..cognac waiting..
songanddancegirl 