My hands are sought by a woman
in her forties
requesting the delay of autumn that falls on her tired
eyes: 'only want to lose ten years'. And
I probe what bitter taste may have lingered
to have her wishing to punish
some ten years of her life -
and find myself regretting not being able to delete memories
only wrinkles
and fine lines (slightly
marked ruins). In the pitfalls of time
nobody falls by mistake:
skin can’t be purged by the decade but at best
line by
line.