Figuring Out Life While Aging
This terrible comfort
of missing you
woos, wounds
and pushes me,
painfully,
into a new time,
a new way of being.
Excavating our accumulated
structures, sorting
and letting go of what
is not mine is
surgery without sedation:
scars and healing.
A poem I wrote in mid 2022
I don’t know how to live
without the carapace
Of coupledom.
Flayed, raw now,
every drop of anger or disdain
burns;
every discovery of smooth deception
rams
into my gut.
I want a leather dress
that reaches my work boots
and a masked helmet
with psychic glasses
while I grow
thick scarred skin,
armour while I learn
how to walk alone.
Learning Living 