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Not The New Forty
Sep 28, 2021
When sixty arrives, the last vestiges of moist wetness leave.
Rustling fluttering hands through the vegetarian option,
you eschew the whiskey
and suck on spliffs instead.
Diminished, you board the bus with your half-price ticket -
understanding that it is because you take up half the space in your life
that oxygen is cheaper now.
