I want to look so goddamn fucking old,
Just absolutely decrepit. Slack tits,
A mouth like a drawstring purse: fucking goals.
Please, Universe, shrivel me into bliss.
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Time-gods have kept me inside a bell jar:
My face shows none of the years I have lived,
And so I tend to unsettle false hearts,
Those who seek to open me like a gift.
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Skies! Tiger-stripe my face with wrinkles, please:
Show the apex predator I’ve become.
I do daily yoga, I move with ease:
I will bend into no dowager’s hump.
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But my face: oh, sweet heavens, may it age.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.