April 10 : On Adulthood

Too many of my days pass in dry blinks and blurred moments
between phone calls, text messages, and the never-ending
flash of a notification to remind me
of one-more-thing To Do before I can be Done.

I burn, I pine, I perish–
for when I was young and blonde
and had yet to carve the wrinkles
currently cracking around my eyes.

There is never enough night cream in the jar.

 

with thanks to Shakespeare (and Joseph Gordon-Levitt) for the now iconic teenage expression

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