Ageing, yet I do not age.
I'm shrinking half an inch this year.
My brown hair lightens to a toddler's halo,
and I fall and skin my knees like a hesitant new walker.
Downy fuzz grows in unexpected places,
like fine fur on a fetus.
One night, I drowsed in amniotic mindlessness,
soaked sheets to cope with in the morning.
Laurie Joan Aron
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