I’ve thought about being dead,
watched my bloated self in the mirror,
waited for strangers
to take care of the funeral.
I’ve thought about dinner parties,
the theatre: things no longer
in the budget. Sex. Doctors.
I’ve thought about cohesion,
Clairol, Herbal Essence
and Eyeliner. Friends.
I’ve thought about outreach groups,
raisins, peaches, and kiwis.
Still-life paintings in my city.
I’ve thought about American Idol,
churches and meals on wheels.
and another twenty years of less,
and less, and less of a line
that does not disappear on its own.
I’ve thought about mangrove crabs
living in mud holes, pushed
back into the closet.
© Sergio A. Ortiz 2009 First Published in the summer of 2009
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