How Old Are You
How old are you, twenty-nine? Some stranger asked her.
Sinicker. Snicker.Snicker.Snicker.
Obviously has an underdeveloped brain.
As the senior was teased, the home’s lights began to flicker.
She heard the retreating whistle of a computer train.
I am a hundred and two, she replied, glad to be alive.
It was a lie, but who was going to catch her?
No one else here was around when she was born in 1905.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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