Old Woman's Lament in Autumn Poem by Rae Armantrout

Old Woman's Lament in Autumn



For WCW
Sorrow is my corner store
where jack-o'-lantern balloons
get high on the last helium.

The endcap is gold today
with numbered bags
of Werther's Original.

No one is Werther.

Last night a newscaster
mentioned an "elderly victim."
Don't call me that.

I'm old
and obdurate.

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Rae Armantrout

Rae Armantrout

Vallejo, California / United States
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