to be somewhere between
fifty-nine
and eighty.
she was wearing her
skinny jeans
with rips and tears, as
the kids
like to wear.
blonde hair.
and skin so tight you could
use her face
as a bongo
in a tiki bar on Friday
night.
was she smiling,
frowning?
who's to say.
nothing moved,
but her long eyelashes
and whispering
plump lips
i needed
a sample of her DNA
and carbon dating
to get a true
reading on her age.
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