No longer will I be shamed into hating
my jello jiggling thighs
my eye corner crow’s feet
my veiny opisthenar  

No longer will I be shamed into hating
my mastectomy scar
my one breasted body
my unreconstructed chest  

No longer will I be shamed by a society that finds
old ugly
gray dull
wrinkles disgusting  

Instead I
laugh with the crones while my crows feet crinkle
dance with abandon while my loose parts sway
revel with the wild things at dawn
hug trees and howl at the moon  

I will not be an invisible old woman for you