I Refuse “Check if your veins Are blue or green,” The makeup ad said. “That will show If you’re cold, warm, Or—if you can’t tell— neutral.” As usual, my body can’t decide. Some days blue. Some green. Some purple-ish. It’s always been that way, Never wanting to pick. To decide is to limit. And so I persist In not selecting. These days, facing The number of my years And graying of my temples Signifies boundaries of time, Paths followed And others left behind. And yet. When I look in the mirror I can’t really decide. Old, young? Filled with promise Or inching closer To the end? Or both? Yes. Both. I refuse to choose. - Meredith Alexander Kunz © 2020
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