Now Old

Now old, my body undresses

itself in front of strangers.

I’m not embarrassed, but

I confess dismay when a

waitress says, “Sir, your arm,”

or a cop says, “You can’t

leave that there.”  I look

back and see a hip and

ham leaning against

crosswalk sign.  Sorry

I say, won’t happen again,

but I know that’s not true.

At my desk, I raise and lower

my wrist the way King Kong

did the triceratops’s head he

just killed, just to make sure

it was dead.

My mind is fine, but I could

quickly unsnap this Tinker Toy

body and put the sticks back

in the tall oatmeal can they

came in . . . now that I am old.

FG 5 / 12/ 2014

I am now a resident of decrepitudia which is a small county on the border of oblivion.