Looking At My Right Arm 2011

Looking At My Right Arm

 

Night after night, book in hand,

I see the arm,

And I’m

Astonished and perplexed.

I cannot climb inside

The aging mind of my right arm

To find out what it’s thinking

When a wrinkling

(That did not exist the night before)

Arrests the eye.

Or am I

self-deceptive,

Non-attentive?

Muscle doesn’t waste away

Over a night.

Something’s withering,

(Lovely sound – alarming word)

Shriveling and wasting.

I remember being young,

Those crepey ladies…“how repulsive”

On my brain-tongue.

Never

in my wildest dreams… yet

Here in bed examining,

Accepting, yes, consenting!

It is me!

I like the self I am and I agree

To what I see.

 

Looking At My Right Arm 5.18.2011

Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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