i’ve aged decades this year 

and my knees may never recover
i’m kept awake at night by the aches in my bones
and loud thumping of my chest
shoving fingers deep into my ear drum
to quiet the hum
careful not to furrow my brow too tightly
or it might never come down

 

this year has aged me decades
left me brittle and sour
desperate to be young again
in spirit and in body
still each day molds me like a cheese
and not a glass of wine