If I had not looked in the mirror,
I guess I would have forgotten,
that I look as old as my grandfather.
I’d give my left nut to be thirty again.
The girl simmers near me as I brush my attire.
The assignment is: compare and contrast.
I think the life, a KGB agent might desire,
requires reading Emily Dickinson’s past.
All of us are sequestered in our own way,
refugees or murderers, day after day.