Granddaughters

I will be a woman with hammertoes. Can’t escape it. Varices wrinkles arthritis wait for me in the corner. There the calendar didn’t arrive yet the new millennium revolutions didn’t arrive yet. Here I remain late while testifying the slow imperceptible birth of another body inside mine. Can’t escape it. Don’t want to. I cast spells to pass the time. I put in frames the ones long gone. Botox is not an option & permanency

our riot.