Is that too much to ask?
Maybe. How about only
the ones we’ve seen before.
If older brains measure
time in memories
let’s relive every moment,
sitting in the dark, sharing
a box of nonpareils
at the arthouse theater,
back when stream was still
a fluid thing we rock-hopped over.
Let’s impishly grin and
cry with Giulietta Masina,
be mothered by Pepper LaBeija,
and discover new truths
in Little Edie’s midlife madness.
No matter that it’s a gorgeous day
and here we are, inside on the couch.
That’s why we live here.
Every day is gorgeous
and 60 is the new sexy stash.
My declaration of true love
is this: before clicking the link
for Japanese soap to wash
away “old man smell,”
I promise to watch
every 50-second clip
of someone else’s dog
doing the darndest thing
you send me.
Click here to subscribe today and leave your comment, or log in if you’re already a paid subscriber.