got out of bed
went to the shower
Lazarus, Lazarus
who riseth thee from the dead
I thought.
middle-aged overweight
(some)
not giving a damn
(a little)
who is this man
with a bad haircut
looking back at me?
the mirror doesn't lie
like I do to myself
old eyes that need
glasses now
hair thinning
(one way to get rid of a bad haircut)
and then
the tea stained teeth
what all doesn't work
as well as it once did?
I say as I look down.
I seem to have abandoned myself
I have one chore this morning
some potatoes have rotten
on the bottom of the bag in the hall
I fish out three juicy stinkers
and three with mold
throw them in the garbage
sack them up.
put two more
in the microwave to eat
the rest in a shopping bag
back into the hall
then I take the stinkers and molders
out into the alley
in the rain
with only a ratty bathrobe on.
I go back into the house
put cheese on my potatoes
write this poem
“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”
Gore Vidal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem