It wouldn’t be so unhealthy if it didn’t all go on with out you.
These inhabited days, the no-see-ums of the fifth arrondissement
that bit us all summer season, the exhausting truth of time hauling us ahead lit.
This is the nth yr of my life and to this point it’s not the final
and to this point it’s not the sweetest however it’s as a result of life is good.
Swept out with the tide we’ll be, beached even
because the mornings hold chirping on and abruptly.
We will miss the ice storm, we’ll be gone earlier than the blizzard,
we’ll lie down at nighttime endlessly simply bones.
But Monday says off with you okay,
and M is backpacked up and are available on boys,
and within the fabric of fall into the wind towards the primary day
of September, yielding once more ahead swept—
into the not-young we go awhile earlier than ghosting the outdated.
Mommy in midlife is she nonperishable? Of course not.
Let’s play full pace forward with the intense souvenirs of this present day.
Wasn’t I a hapless one. Fundamentally psychological.
Watching days go by this life not realizing how one can do it.
Watching the boys flip ten then teenage then.
The new child woman a shock that grew up too.
Intricate previous numb current and the longer term which narrows
all of us right into a shovel of dust.
This is my fifth e-book of poems. I had my means with every of them.
I appeared up and I used to be older than my mom ever ever ever was.