Inchworm
almost my birthday,
inchworm
meanwhile two die
one looks at
her progress
twenty years
behind my back
no sense
to tremble my lip
suck it in
like the golden ladies do
let gray
sprinkle my hair
keep plucking
chin hairs
weaker and wiser
sagging and sagacious
don’t mess with me
kindness
inchworm,
it’s almost my birthday
9/20/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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