Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
There are some days,
Mom once told me,
if you can avoid looking in the mirror,
you wouldn’t know how old you really are.
She was heavily medicated.
Some days are older than other days
and the older days seem to come
closer and closer together.
He imagined there would come a day
when they are all the same.
Old.
That day was not here. Not yet.
Not now.
Not today.
Not for a while.
Dentist. Two days in a row.
Consecutively.
One after another.
Numb halfway up his nose.
The old man had a thought.
This is more comfortable
than air travel.
The old man avoided pain killers.
Which he dearly enjoyed,
to be honest.
That’s hard.
Damn things designed to be enjoyable.
And who doesn’t like enjoyment.
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