Thursday, June 18, 2020

what more is there to ask

he makes a list

and tells me what's wrong.

my lungs he says. they don't work
as well

as they did when I was young.
my eyes
are blurred.

my voice cracks.
my hair has thinned.

the knees are shot, my back,
my back.

but all is well, he says.
all is well.

i have money. i have love.
what more is there to ask?

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