Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Curtain Call

When I was 19, I wrote:

Ladies,
like old bitches
spayed after five litters
not knowing what to do, now
clutter buses
and supermarkets.

Now I'm [older than that]. I wonder,
was I looking forward
or back
at 19.

At [ ],
is there any forward
left to see,
or only back.

[ ]
feels like 19
from the inside.
Except in the morning.

No matter what,
I stay off buses
to avoid 19 year olds,
and my future, if possible.

5 comments:

  1. A good poem is one that grabs you and makes you pay attention. Like Shakespeare, it requires you to re-read to get the full meaning.

    Doesn't mean that it was nice or life-affirming however. Sounds like you were in a 19-year-old snit.

    Way on the other side of 19 (shall we say 4 decades or so) I often wonder what they think of me and my gray hear and body losing its battle with gravity? And my personality, losing its gravity (in the sense of seriousness)....

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  2. If I could spell, I'd be dangerous--I meant "gray hair"...

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  3. Excellent.
    Especially about avoiding the 19-yr-olds :)

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  4. Sarah,

    Don't we all have the world by the tail when we're 19 or there 'bouts?

    Actually, my 19 year-old-self was trying to scorn the society that shuffled the women aside, but no one ever sees that in this poem.

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  5. Candace,

    Avoiding 19 year olds is a good idea. I sometimes force them to talk to me in movie lines with varying results.

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