Shannon Duffy
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

A gorgeous poem with a well timed drop into my inbox today.

I woke this morning not feeling in beauty. Your urge to forgive my wrinkles was so welcomed. Recently I turned fifty, and this morning I wondered, what does he wake up to? What does my morning face look like when I’m lying on my side? I took photos of my face on the pillow when my (younger) man went to the shower. Saw the folds on the downhill side of my face. Shar pei like. Fuck. Most of the time I can run with the notion that I am ‘fearless and fifty’ but not this morning. Until I read your words. Thank you.

I remembered that as my skin stretches I must grow to fill it-

Shannon Duffy

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I write to be more buoyant. Equalized. Enough left inside for ballast, enough outside to stitch together a sail.