“I’m shrinking,” I shrieked,
meaning aging,
nearing death
because I thought that to pretend
I was the witch
In The Wizard of Oz
was funny
and would thus communicate
something
if not exactly my feelings.
*
Cousin Rust,
with your look of blood
and sunset,
I’m almost in love
with the lace you’ve made
of metal
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