On/My/Aging
The spirit is so hurt
it don’t know the
body.
It
looks in
the mirror
and asks, who is it?
Notes:
From Morning Glory (Eden Press, 1989). Reproduced with permission of Nina Rodgers Gordon.
This poem is part of the portfolio “Carolyn Marie Rodgers: What Beauty We Now Have” from the October 2022 issue.
Source:
Poetry
(October 2022)
