Stasis
My toenails have stopped
Growing. I haven’t had to trim
Them in months. I’m afraid
To show my feet. An old man
Walking in shoes on the beach.
My hair has become
This ridiculous wig. I avoid
Eye contact when I see
The barber out and about.
Let him shop for
Peppers and onions without
The shame of betrayal.
I’m afraid this is how
It all starts. Send in
A mortician now. Do me the way
They left my Grandma
Izzy, all waxed and ghastly.
Plasticky. It wasn't her anymore.
Everything must stop,
That’s clear enough.
But why so soon?
Let my hair go gray
Let me become a bit nicer
Learn to play harmonica
Another hour to see what happens
In undiscovered places of wonder.
We’re all changing together
And so everyone stays the same.
Once I'm completely immutable,
And you’ve all passed on
Into third and fourth derivative patterns,
I’ll remain. Congealed into a final
State of ridiculous grotesquerie
With no one there to recognize me.
11/24/21
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