Another Fact About Aging
Penelope Schott
Yes, I have lost something: the shimmering beauty of electing to be hurtful and prompt observation that I have succeeded When I remember cruelty I remember omnipotence: the thrill of betrayal the astonished face and then the aftertaste The last worst thing I did was to pop open an automatic umbrella at the fuzzy muzzle of my new puppy and I loved her, I loved her, I loved her She is five years old and terrified of umbrellas I am sixty-eight and afraid of nothing