Osteoporosis (one of life's indignities)
is such a splendid name for the disease--
all those little o's, holes in the bone
where the rain gets in, rendering a crone
like me defective, porous, as Swiss cheese.
I'm riddled at the hips and knees,
roundsided as parentheses
since my shrunken spine has known
and my extremities
have shriveled into lacy filigrees,
breakable as glass on stone.
Naked at the window ledge I drone
to my sleek, supple Siamese:
MARILYN TAYLOR's work has appeared in Poetry, Southern California Anthology, and Poetry Northwest...