Unraveling

Did you imagine this when you were young — that one day you’d be sitting, crippled by age and poor circulation, and be wondering about what was left?

Did you imagine this — that you’d be sitting, head wobbling on its post, and be certain that whatever comes next, you would break in its teeth like a sad nut or an old fruit?

Did you think of this — a rubber band on your wrist, snapped till it hurts, can make your life wince for hours?

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onward, T