#2,576 This rehearsal for auld age

This rehearsal for auld age
will not be done –
not until
I am perfect at playing this
part
[God-given?] –
althou’
my lines are quick to learn
my memory fucks ‘em up –
hard to hold
[& harder as a
another still year rolls on] –
Sit in my bones for a while
as tremors reverb –
feel my
future fears quiver inside –
tell me if contentment is a
choice in my place –
tell us
all –
my marked script’ll sit
readied –
my exuent ready