Why Am I Doing This Poetry
Sport
This is not how to grow old gracefully
Published in
Jun 30, 2023
I am a spectator at my own sport.
My sport is evading morphing decay.
I assume the pretzel posture in yoga.
In my mind, I am the instructor,
unjointed and surgically enhanced.
My underwear protests.
First and last lines from Sandra Cisneros’ poem, “At Fifty I Am Startled to Find I Am in My Splendor”
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