Paradoxical Karma
Family sorrow is in my expanding bags, on my soggy lid, from way back, but it's ok; I'm not stopping. Skin sags under my punny chin, connecting to pictures in black and white. Their heads slightly toppled backward, as if taken aback, suppressing fear, but it's ok, I will continue. Heaviness the sentence of my stance, grinding hip sockets, a weak abdomen, as if its age had suddenly doubled, but that's ok, I am not backing off from the call....
