i will be old like you
one day (not too too soon i hope)
and let my beard
hide my sinking cheeks
sprout lumps and growths
body rebelling--like
a second puberty:
without the sex.
slump forward to sip my coffee
fall back to stretch my legs
beg the sunshine light the fire
my bones have let go out.
my veins like yours will glow
rivers of blue beneath my skin
and my breath
will come in packages
shaped like coffins.
i know you. i have
already guessed your name.
(Pretty self-explanatory, I guess. Just the view through the open window this Tuesday afternoon...)
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