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Unfinished Notes on Aging
by Angie Minkin
Author's Note: This is an Abecedarian - each line begins with the next letter of the alphabet.
Acid pools in the belly, bile in the liver, and this
body, somebody, is it really my body,
curdles slowly as I age. Running creakily
down but not out. Denial not just a river and
every little part seems to crumble. But I am
fighting to stay fit. Pretty good at playing the long
game of reinvention. It’s so seductive and
holds such allure for my third eye, my
inner child and all that woo-woo
jazz. Yes, I believe in chakras, energy fields,
kismet in a way. In healing light and
love for sure—at least for the masses.
Mothering the hungry might work and might
not be the worst idea. There are such
oceans of need on crazy Tenderloin streets.
Pity? Is that what I feel? Or perhaps a
quickening sense of there-but-for the grace, etc.
Redemption is what I pray for—if I pray
somehow, for someone. We’ve been protesting for all
time, it seems. The world worsens despite our actions.
Under water now, many of us. Underground too. We
visit our own internal demons, wondering
why we continue to struggle. We reach for
Xanax at night. Doesn’t help. We meditate and practice
yoga at first light. Trying hard to stay supple. We kick ass in
Zumba. And so we hope to keep on keepin’ on.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Angie Minkin is a coauthor of Dreams and Blessings: Six Visionary Poets. A poetry editor and contributor at Vistas & Byways Review, her work also appears in Birdland Journal, Motherscope, New Verse News, and the Pangolin Review, and will be forthcoming in the anthology Fog and Light. Angie has attended numerous writing workshops and is a member of the Marin Poetry Center, the Bay Area Poets Coalition, and the Academy of American Poets. When not writing, she practices yoga, takes dance classes, and travels to Oaxaca, Mexico, whenever possible.
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