print has gotten smaller.
i bend
the bottle to the light
and squint
to read
the instructions.
everything seems to be
smaller,
including me.
my weight, my height.
the world
i live in.
from bed to shower,
to a couch
that waits for me.
my circle of friends
have grown smaller.
their lives ending before
mine,
taken,
mysteriously in the night.
i wander
in familiar circles,
from yard
to stores,
no longer
wanting to see what's on
the other side
of each mountain.
i'm satisfied
with this shrunken world.
i know what i like.
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