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Unfinished Notes on Aging
by Angie Minkin
Author's Note: This is an Abecedarian - each line begins with the next letter of the alphabet.
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Acid pools in the belly, bile in the liver, and this
body, somebody, is it really my body, curdles slowly as I age. Running creakily down but not out. Denial not just a river and every little part seems to crumble. But I am fighting to stay fit. Pretty good at playing the long game of reinvention. It’s so seductive and holds such allure for my third eye, my inner child and all that woo-woo jazz. Yes, I believe in chakras, energy fields, kismet in a way. In healing light and love for sure—at least for the masses. Mothering the hungry might work and might not be the worst idea. There are such oceans of need on crazy Tenderloin streets. Pity? Is that what I feel? Or perhaps a quickening sense of there-but-for the grace, etc. Redemption is what I pray for—if I pray somehow, for someone. We’ve been protesting for all time, it seems. The world worsens despite our actions. Under water now, many of us. Underground too. We visit our own internal demons, wondering why we continue to struggle. We reach for Xanax at night. Doesn’t help. We meditate and practice yoga at first light. Trying hard to stay supple. We kick ass in Zumba. And so we hope to keep on keepin’ on. |
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Angie Minkin is a coauthor of Dreams and Blessings: Six Visionary Poets. A poetry editor and contributor at Vistas & Byways Review, her work also appears in Birdland Journal, Motherscope, New Verse News, and the Pangolin Review, and will be forthcoming in the anthology Fog and Light. Angie has attended numerous writing workshops and is a member of the Marin Poetry Center, the Bay Area Poets Coalition, and the Academy of American Poets. When not writing, she practices yoga, takes dance classes, and travels to Oaxaca, Mexico, whenever possible.
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