Lust—a poem for older people
I forgot to say that I’ve had husbands/ I’ve had lovers in my day. /And they mattered. /They mattered far too much.
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Well-rounded—a poem
I have hobbies and so do you/ but we don’t call them hobbies./ We call them choir or cross-stitch/ or golf or planting trees./ As kids we were urged/ to be “well rounded”
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The body corporate—a poem
Once your home was wet and squeezy/ your only duty was to grow/ until she said it’s over, out you go.
A trusty home is always ours
/ this tender leather pouch /of senses, cells and energies.
What is your job?—a poem about retirement
What is your job / when you no longer have a job? / What is your work / when you don’t go to work any more?
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What are you wearing, old woman?—a poem about disruptive senior style
What are you wearing, old woman?/ Are you in Jenny Joseph red / with a purple hat that doesn’t go?/Or are you in sloppy old workout clothes/ because you might work out today/(you never know)
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