Upon Turning 40

The wind is stale
But I am breathing in
Once light metaphors weigh heavy
My face is folding in on itself
My heart aches
Half way through and nothing's changed
I scream but no one hears me
I don't know how to chew
There is a hole the size of Jupiter
It is void of light
It haunts for love
It cowers
The clouds don't form shapes now
I am afraid of rain
My memory stretches sideways
Yesterday I was forty
Today I'm four
Picking apart the grooves on the record
There is no sound
The cicadas are screaming
I don't want to be buried in the ground

 

Richmond, VA

 Christy Garrison Guise is a writer, artist, and teacher in Richmond, VA.