Jun 2013
Be careful, my joints ache.**
At your age?
He laughs
I look down
And fiddle with the edge of my skirt.
Yeah, my sister says I was born forty.
I smile to myself
As he shakes his head,
Always unsure on how to handle
My explanations.
At your age?
He laughs
I look down
And fiddle with the edge of my skirt.
Yeah, my sister says I was born forty.
I smile to myself
As he shakes his head,
Always unsure on how to handle
My explanations.
