Upon Becoming 60, by Mary L. Slocum

Upon Becoming 60

Shriveled wrinkled
Like I’ d soaked for hours
Over watered
Rolls of fat
Jiggling round middle
Swinging arm flap
Stubble legs
Morphing transport
Behind blurry eye
Sockets shot through
With red veins
Her name hidden
In fog She should
“ Cover that up”
Exposed
No longer smooth
Like that baby’ s bottom
Hairs, Long white
Hairs, popping out
From extreme angles
Chin, breasts and under nose
Sprout inches overnight
Working for optical illusion
Cover it up
“ Put it back on… ”
The audience yells
Pasties will not
Help with talent
Swinging in two directions
At once… … OSHA
Would not approve.

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Mary L. Slocum