Middle Life

November in the cold and the sun

of a south window

I want to sit

against the bed’s foot

blinds striping the dusty floor

rock myself and be young

or very old.

-kem

Published by kerryemckenna

I write poetry, memoir non- and short fiction. Acted, danced, sang, Rolfed, traveled Europe, loved, lost... View all posts by kerryemckenna

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