oh, i'm dying
i've got one foot on the floor
haven't felt this bad in a long time
if ever before
don't know what's for supper
or should i even eat
my belts not too tight
i can still touch my feet
there's wine in my tall glass
and several words on the page
indicating discomfort
with impending age
but it's not my birthday
the candles are quiet
no Russian music playing
from Pussy Riot
just an odd ache in my stomach
uncomfortably strong
to pretend that it's absent
would be irresponsibly wrong.
oh, i'm dying.
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