#notsofresh
Some mornings
I look at my face
and feel a pang of loss.
Like a thing once
fresh and succulent,
forgotten then found
grayed and desiccated
and stuck to the back
of the fridge.
I exaggerate.
Yet I am too old to be salad.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC