sliding down the mountain

of the second half of life

like a cartoon cat

legs akimbo

tryna stave off the fall

I grab branches on the way

pause and look around

to find they’re just a

cut-price version of

something I knew

a few years ago

it only goes one way

and hey

maybe the memory

flays

scramble into those

rosy lenses

blink and squint

back up Olympus

wishing

we were still the goddesses

of our day

 

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