hot flash mythology
there are cycles
on the bayou, related
to moon phases, maybe or
fronts behaving as tides.
the balmy sky glows from sundown
unspectacular, cloudless. respite
from a cold wet nose. twice
they go by, mom , dad, toddler.
no helmets.
i applaud the defiance of actuarial tables..
I wish i had your lake memories but
all i have of the scores of ttimes hauling the boat
to one of the public launches in the chain is we'd
stand on the dock ( stay on the damn dock)
watch the ungainly, heavy thing
go buoyant as the dripping trailer
pulls out, none of us girls trustworthy enough
to hold the line. or maybe not
tall enough never mind. i
have left only one compiled
sunburnt waterlogged mush bottomed day
filled with the clean scent of earth filtered water
drowned the smell of cigar and the way the sky took
half the drive home to darken
so when i sleep now it's fitful
half sciatic smacking old, old
half burning up the sheets
another actress shows off her forty year old
face, proclaims i love me now more than ever
no one should be shamed for the natural
process of aging .
but if i had her money baby, i'd trim
my sags a bit, with that new laser surgery they have
on infomercials a late nite staple
in the hoods that only get basic. we ain't
geographi c we demographic . and nothing's
quite the same sad as fifty something white grrls
tryin to seem hip. i got your hip
on a mattress and oy it's painful
but never mind that i
want to hear what ms happy face says in ten
years when she cuddles up to her partner for sleep
and a couple minutes later she's gotta throw
off the covers and the partner cuz she's swimming
in her own sweat and she never sweats not
even when doing pilates. which she shows you how
in her new book, aging with grace
but that's not even her real name.
posted by hiccup at 4:15 PM
2 Comments:
i can imagine the release there must be, in ruminating on the details and gestalt of the natural aging/cosmetic fixation spectrum - i'm looking down the barrel of it myself, and i always tend to jump the gun on reasons to bemoan what i could be more enlightened about anyway - i can imagine it cause i don't really have to imagine all that much, about as long as i've been writing, i've been writing about the feeling of cell entropy, like it's all over but the, whatever you do, in the phase-out phase, watching game shows maybe? but then there's the clinging to cosmetic delusions hubrists, and they can be amusing, delicious folly even, even if the rich are unlike us in that they have more money
oh crow, i guess it's the same feeling at different times of life for different people. i mean, i used to get tired, but now i'm bone weary. cell entropy means something and despite the mantra of 'better to look good...' with my limited resources i'll chose the feel good thing. cool to contemplate a different lifestyle with different choices, though at forty, i wasn't thinking of the knife either. that was before the jowls set in. :)
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