365 Poems/108 Making Progress (Rough First Draft)

Making Progress

You say I am more beautiful today

than I was at twenty, and there is

a powerful half-second where my

reaction could go either way.


My thoughts are my biggest distraction,

and they haul me, from this moment,

like a farmer slinging bag after bag

of potatoes onto a trailer.


I feel like everybody is laughing at me,

even September with her beautiful

amber skirts, and fresh breath.


You tell me that altogether I make up

something important, and that sitting up

straight isn’t the only way I can look after myself.


And though I may not believe it right now,

I have the same needs as everyone else,

light, wheat, love, sleep and a painless death.