Wednesday, January 11, 2012


an eleven punctuates the space between my eyebrows...
it's a mark aging beauties consider slathering or injecting or lifting away.
but try as they may, they can't erase
this gravity

and neither can i.

so tonight, while this furious little mark etches itself
in front of a space filled with questions and exclamations,
i'll take it as a reminder that
this gravity

isn't forever.

but i am.

my beautiful friend cut her hair.  you should see her now!


  1. amen. we are eternal. and i can't wait to spend eternity with you, friend. xoxox

  2. Bethany Ann, I've missed you and your poetry. I'm smiling at you with my crows-feet eyes. Aging gracefully with you :)

  3. how cool is emily's comment

    you are blessed

  4. Love this. I want to age gracefully, with humor, too. :)

  5. The lines are reminders of the fact that we love, cry, fear and, above all else, care...

  6. Bethany Ann,
    I'm liking this. I'm liking this. I have quite the "11" myself.

  7. This is so awesome. I am starting to have an 11, and I wish I had thought of it so profoundly, but I guess that's why I need you :)