I Got Old by Ben Rasnic

A blue ice chill
has settled in the crevices
of these creaky bones.

Each reach has become
a stretch. Each stretch triggers
a snap, crackle, pop

and new meds
to fill
the pill box.

Bar tabs automatically
apply senior discounts
without the asking.

I have now become
that person
who is always the last to know.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Ben Rasnic is originally from Jonesville, Va (population <1000). His published poetry collections include: “Artifacts and Legends”, “Puppet”, “The Eleventh Month” and “Synchronicity”.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s