It's just poetry, it won't bite


10.11.19 Posted in today's words by

Leah Stenson’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Cruelest Month” (September 2019).

By Leah Stenson

At a spa where young people
flaunt tight abs and toned limbs
and women wear skimpy, stylish bikinis,
as a septuagenarian with grey hair,
sagging flesh and mid-drift barely
restrained by one-piece Speedo,
I wonder if I am an eyesore, maybe
even the specter of death.

One Response to “Spa”

Leave a Reply

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 2,367 other subscribers

Latest Podcast Episode
vox poetica archives
%d bloggers like this: