Grey skies
and a wolf moon
usher in a new calendar
to a world in marked
disarray
and my shuddering
hormonal shift.
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That space
that chasm
that abyss
we each have
always so easily
filled
buried
choked;
by food
delectable morsels
of which my cabinets are
stocked
chock full;
by booze
a gauze of single malt
draped over my twenties
and
the tannic browning edges
of mid-age
awash in aged wine;
by pot
lots and lots
of dope
good sativa ganja
grown under the CA sun
elevating me to myself.
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But fifty-plus struck hard
tired
cranky forgetful
hollowed out
emotionally raw
menopausal.
None of my tricks
habits
junkie tendencies
are filling the void,
my tolerance built up
filled up
topped up
covered up
and covered over.
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#dryjanuary #thankgodforyoga #redefining
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