Disappearance

How small we become in later years,

our spines curving like brittle shells

of beetles, our hair like dried oak leaves,

shredded and pale, as we abandon ourselves

bit by bit.

–excerpt from “Disappearance” from To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Iconoclast.

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