Bull's-Eye by Chris Sorrenti for David Cassidy, Malcolm Young, and Garry Shandling
On my 60th birthday
walked into the bathroom
looked in the mirror
and on my forehead
noticed a small mark
a strange circle
that had never been there before
with a red dot in the center
a white circle surrounding it
then a layer of medium blue
in middle
finally
a thin circular band of gold
on the outside
I immediately took soap and water
and began scrubbing
vigorously
but no matter how hard I tried
and continue to
it won’t come off
each time
day that passes
the circle
growing steadily larger
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11/26/2017 Posted on 11/26/2017 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/17 at 02:01 AM It does feel like that, doesn't it? The bulls eye is such a great metaphor for aging or the impending. Really like the way it gets bigger each day. |
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