98poems/gray

My hair grows more gray,
I experiment with Dos
that are even more undone
than my Dos have always been.

I’d like to think I see pink
from the corner of my eye.
What would it mean if I did?
That I have done the dishes too many times,
have felt guilty when I did not.
Do. Don’t. Either way a cause for doubt
to women my age, that is to say
of my generation.

We want our lives to last
and feel empty that they lack
the drama of things that don’t.

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