there were three minutes
in my twenty-second year
when I think I had a decent ass
that might have been
second glanced by anyone
half-seeking such a thing
or such a me
if they’d taken the time
to look past it and see me as me
and not consider my ass
which I did not think much about
back then and had forgotten until today
when the entirety
of my crumbling body
overruns my thinking
if you ask me now
what I think about
how others view me
I will shudder
fall to my agonized knees
and as if looking down upon myself
from the heights I reached
in my twenty-second year
I will not be able to answer
as this
is nothing
I ever considered
Dark Matter 
September 17th, 2022 at 9:00 pm
Love it! I recently wrote a blog post: “Breathes there an old woman with soul so dead, who never to herself has said, “Now, there goes a fine set of buns!”