but I'm light, of foot and to
the touch and of purpose
and of comfort in routine
but the clarity of routine
is light. There is no grace
to the movements I
trained in but from sink
to dishwasher I am liquid,
dinner in under thirty,
the lap of god in Monaco.
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I consider myself in decline too, you know,
but my parents wouldn't listen,
I wasn't there to show them my competence,
I ought not bother them
with whatever competence has been retained.
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