Poem #2,708 | I will not greet her again

I will not greet her again
‘til at least a decade has
passed –
for her body to
have broken
[mine fixes
well] & ‘til her skin has a
loose sigh in hid parts &
her arse is moonscaped
by cellulite’s grasp –
but
men age better –
Until a
glimpse is too withered
by disappointments –
A
fattening of resentment
& thighs
[all in mother’s
grasp] –
not mine to eye