“Carol” by Hillary Bartholomew

Hillary Bartholomew


Sagging creeping legs
she lotions without success
powders jowls
about a sinking neck
paints the puckered brow
she still considers kissable
and while denim spans
a broadening beam
with firmness falling fast
she speaks of inner beauty
which the outer hides
except from her of course
and a magic mirror
the years have belied.

from Rattle #7, Summer 1997

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