Thursday, January 17, 2008
Seventy More Years
My silver hair looked into me from the mirror and asked me questions about men. I held it up in the fluorescent light and listened. May I spend my life gently, with a gentle man? Can we agree to this? I ironed my skirt while wearing it and wasn't late for work. What will I care about after I'm dead?
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Geez kid - Are you ok?
I appreciate both the pathos and the care devoted to simple things, but, LL, aren't there virtues so much more important than gentleness? I think you deserve more than a merely gentle man. And, either way--no matter how much time we spend debating these things while we're alive--after you're dead you won't give a shit about men.
what will i give a shit about then, gg? that was the question.
and of course i'm ok, mom. my gray hair just got me thinking. i'm going to be dead soon and i want this to be good.
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