age marks my body:
innocuous and subtle
lines – dry river beds
etched on paper – trap
the still-firm flesh of fingers
that will someday wilt
a haiku year
“The person who tells you this is impossible is the person you should start a haiku challenge with.”
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ME TOO. I’m all, how will this flesh change in ten years? Twenty? It’s amazing and also scary to think about.