My head’s a Ziploc
bag of water,
totally Zoomed online & out
from an Amtrak train
it’s plain to see
my mind’s not making
any new thoughts—
they swim away swiftly
like hot tuna
& my body’s wrapped up
in a black bathrobe,
200 lbs of new fatted flesh
& my legs are frozen
from hours of traveling,
& I want to think
new thoughts again
like I used to
but here’s the Olympics!
they are all tan & toned
& incredible,
no frozen fat here
I wonder what they think about
before they compete
for the gold?
I used to have golden thoughts
& was thinner before 2020
(not blaming COVID, maybe
peri-menopause?)
we didn’t have sex
in the beautiful hotel room
(another damn period),
but I still felt golden
because I was exploring
another place
with my love.