Now that I am almost fifty, my body which used to be ready and willing to gamely try whatever I came up with, has become a teenager. It wants to stay in when I want to go out and go out when I want to stay in. It has taken up risky behaviors like leukemia and asthma. It likes to hang out with friends I do not approve of like Tums and cytarabine. In a while when my body is no longer a teenager, it will not return to be a compliant pre-schooler. It will be a young adult and feel it can move to Santa Fe without warning me because the weather is fine there.
I wonder where these things come from sometimes. It almost seems like it needs more linebreaks and to be called a poem.