I Am Still Young

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I Am Still Young

Beyond repair
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him

I am still young, my love –
I’m still young, baby

we could both get
full physical exams;
at thirty,
most of our friends
are sick.
I still have time
to ease myself upon the bed –
the narrow iron bed –
where they do NMR tests,
as I’m summoning God
to my side.

AuthorDenisa Duran
2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments