‘they meet every morning at 9’
brittle bones crave the vitamin d and java.
bagels are slowly masticated by teeth grown false
like the theory of graceful aging.
hot water remains ideal for digestion as long as
the shit in the drawers is overlooked.
minute by minute the mundane is celebrated
while epitaphs are engraved.
feet are calloused and bunioned but the eyes waltz
comparing the grandkids and the last time
bowels functioned the way they were meant.
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