


| My face, curving around Mouth and eyes in crooked lines, Sometimes folded deep Aging mouth and throat Causing swallows in lumps that splash In stomach fluids. My body pokes out Weirdly in places with bends Not wanted. Once straight. Clothes not quite fitting. Bunching, bulging or hanging, Making their own style. My feelings surface Frayed with age, and wiggly. Shaking like Jello. |
| Over Sixty By Wanda Edwards |