Good god damn it! When
Can I finally say it? I’m 50!
And be done with experiencings,
Of 40, or 30, or, beyond/behind?

I’m sick of it! This cusp of age!
It taunts me, tells me I should feel
Better. You’re not fifty. Yet,
You’ve had two colonoscopies! By now,

I have to feel with it! Going back
To Wisconsin to have the most fun, for
The last time, before I’m fifty. I’ve already
Exchanged my eyes/birth lenses for

Fabricated ties! For my own. I’ll hold
Old/familiar with my own reregistered
Tired new-vision, reconfigured. Ah, but,
I have a secret weapon!

My best friend here, mine-wise, heart
Shared, will come with us, and complete
The circle of waring! I can’t wait! Her
With them, she with me.

I plan to write and sketch and live this
Home-held/wild experience to the nth
Of observation. I can achieve…, I mean
To say, this will be the best trip ever!

After we get home, abit, I’ll notch
Another Year up. I never thought I wouldn’t
Have jewelry on my ankle, don’t have the
Body for anything else. I’ll take what I can get!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/8/09