#90: Scenes from an Emotional Life (Part 1)

I have become trapped in

I used to be a beautiful woman

And then I began to decay

I feel sorry for you
looking at me

what do you see?
when you look at me?

an old woman
a fortified rarified type

we’re all getting old, aren’t we?

and I have grown up very fast

I do enjoy these quiet times

this hour

they call it the twilight hour
it’s where the sun sets and clouds explodes into colour

if there is any clouds

can you see the cumulus?
the cirrus?
the nimbus?

they all exist at once
when you look

the fronts are moving in

it appears as if the time is no longer on my side


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