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SUNDRA
Trying not to smile
Discovered my first wrinkle
etched in the belly of my eye
like the lines I carry in my hands.
It stares at me stubbornly
with a look that says:
"I ain't going anywhere"
Terror breaks out like laughter
as I remember the first time
I noticed my parents getting old.
The permanence of it
the certainty of it
the knowledge that one day
the backs of my hands
will be humped with veins
and my breasts will meet my belly
in a mutual exchange.
It's then that I hear it…
Did you hear it?
Yes, I definitely heard it.
The voice of reason -
Wrinkles - what wrinkles?
I'll have imprints
sketching a roadmap of my life
whilst I collect truths and wisdom
like exquisite jewels.
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