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A bag of rice


Old age is a trap

I didn't realize
I'd walked right into it,
until my wildwife told me she hoped
I'd live another fifteen years,
thinking she was generous,
after we'd discussed
whether she'd be able
to persuade the cremators
to hand over the titanium implant
in my back,
for her to hang on the wall
as a commemorating object of art

Yep, I realized something banged shut
behind me,
but I still make some noise,
and the cat still comes to purr
on my chest

and I have only just begun
to enjoy my birthday bag
of micro-waved round rice
across my groin;

the Oldtimer's last pleasure




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Publicerad 2020-02-16 08:30



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