i wear my silver hair
a mysterious darkly dead father
a beautiful blonde door locked mother
siblings of foreign surnames
an uncertain childhood
the capacity to thoroughly consider
high school amongst wild hogs and angels
husbands
my bad choices
evil men
good women
great grandmother who is a disney character
exposure to religion
loving too late
the one man i want
and can never have
every war we have waged since 1776
motherhood
twin stretch marks my battle scars
autism
traveling
being a mortician
being a poet
being a teacher
bourbon
smoking
being born
all have aged me
i wear my silver hair
lightning atop my brunette crown
as medals of valor
death
will cease to age me
i’m only 35 as i write this
my god
it’s a long way down