to not be sorry for the overgrowth

a free verse poem for Crucible: the stone womb of elderhood

Image created by Samantha Wallen

Just like all the best hags in all the best old stories, she was both ancient and young at the same time. — Sharon Blackie, Hagitude

Today, for the first time, I did not apologize
to the massage therapist for my hairy legs, didn’t
say these are my winter calves. I just undressed…