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Spa


10.11.19 Posted in today's words by

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

Spa
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.



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