1.
The old man wanders from his yard.
His family, frantic, searches every hospital
within a forty mile radius.
He’s there, then he's not. Exhausted, the family returns
home to find him sitting on the couch, eating a box
of prunes.
It’s best not to ask questions.
2.
I am cornered in the house.
My toes stick out, raw from metaphors.
The warts on my feet are old and yellow, they start to
peel like a banana. I am old, I am growing old,
my memories gray as ash.
-Published in Underground Window, recently revised
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