I don’t have to watch myself age
in old movies

I don’t have to watch
my man friends
who would be my age
age with me
they died when we were in our twenties

What are you crying about
the voice in my head asks

Those men were writers and painters
dancers and actors
poets
some were my lovers

We planned
to make our mark

Then the dying started
all at the same time

Hospital vigils
suicide chats
drugs hoarded
in case

Have I lived a life
without them
they would understand

Have I kept
our dreams
intact

Would they recognize me
now
they died so fast
so young

I’m turning 52

do they
know

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