Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Revised poem

 (untitled)

When you’re haggard

from decades of failure,

not to mention

the many sharp sticks

of disappointment—

lines on the chin so obvious—

you can’t really present yourself

for romance with a straight face;

all you’re smart enough to know is

it’s possible, and how if it ever did,

how altered the world would appear.


But perhaps in this day and age

it’s best to conceive

of an entire life alone,

and how such has been carried out

countless times,

back into the shadowed

and ancient past

of creatures like us.

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