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so young
I will be stooped and slumped
from years of hard labor.
My hands will be knotted
and twisted tree trunks.
I will look back fondly on the
days that I was 23 and 3/4
when I still loved bubblegum ice cream
and the smell of lilacs in late Spring.
All I needed to survive was my
turquoise beach cruiser
and zebra print hula hoop.
That I still wished on 11:11 and
the first star of the night.
I will remember my brand of cigarettes
and the name of the checkout clerk.
I will forget the bad.
dementia take me away.
