Mid-life Cry, sis

I never
Thought

I’d live
Very long.

—-

I grew up
With

Construction
Sites as
Jungle gyms,

Bingeing on
Six-foot
Beef stick,

Until I
Traded
Em’ in

For the

Salt and Meat
of Six-foot Men;

Clogging my
Art-eries

Til Death
Do us part.

—-

My ecosystem
Is rich with
Resentment now.

Shave
your head

And lose
Your mind
For me.

—-

Read my
El-lips-es

Like…
Gravestones.

Lick my
Pavements,

And taste
The concrete
Enclaves

Of our…
Retraced
Cemetery.

—-

Laid bare

I am the…
Heaviest
Medium.

Most men
Pick me up

Only to…
Struggle

And Set me
Back Down.

——————-

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