She is the same
The girl in the meadow
Wild dancer at night
The mother in childbirth
Long nights on the riviera
She remembers them all
Feels them all
Even still hears and smells them
Yet, her shell is different
More aged
Proof of life
Some would say
But not she
For she still walks barefoot in the grass
And stares at the stars
Drinks water, not whiskey
Laughs at her pets
No, she’s no different
Not inside
Not really
It’s everything and everyone
Yes, that’s it
Them, not her
As she creaks with the shopping
Her slippers, threadbare
Teddy on her pillow
Still kissed goodnight
But not for long
Not for long


15 thoughts on “Corporeal”

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