On Being
Propositioned at 60
by Kathryn Jacobs
At birth we're more
like angel food, all fluff
and sponge and cream
of tartar, till the years
compress us, make us
savory like fudge,
or rich and dense
like cheesecake. One small wedge
is all the tongue can
handle now that we're
so concentrated, tart
and sweet enough
to make you shiver,
flavors too intense
for neophytes who
feed on Wonder bread
and Kraft and hot
dogs – for whom bland is king;
those smooth blank
faces. Start by coveting
your comfort foods
then. Because once you've fed
on those of us whom
time has textured, dense
is all you're going
to want, and you're too tame
to interest us. But
thank you all the same –
* * * * *
"On Being Propositioned at 60" was first published in Voices on the Wind.
"On Being Propositioned at 60" was first published in Voices on the Wind.
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