artwork: ralph murre
AT
FIFTY-FIVE
by
Susan Spaeth Cherry
she’s
meatless,
wheatless,
a
drinker of only
filtered
water
and
chai tea sweetened
with
stevia.
T’ai
chi
and
meditation
can’t
stop her
from
running
laps
on the track
of
her synapses
until
she’s breathless.
Gone
are the years
of
feeling defeatless,
of
being weightless.
She’s
on the wait list
for
old age,
not
number one
or
even twenty,
but
able to see
the
top of the paper.
~
previously appeared in How Can You Say We
Are Not Related
(Scurfpea
Publishing)
