Elderly Lesbians

Here’s a thing that isn’t true but it feels like it is

I’ve been alone since I was born

I googled: Elderly lesbians to cheer myself up

But the results were all pornography

Duos on the television

Sparring with recycled words

Children building wooden houses

Before they’ve ever met a bird

Well I'm still not sure exactly what it means

To be living in exile from old dreams

Once, I had an idea

And I could not be repaired

If I could find a word to describe myself entire

Then I would know what to wear

Standing at the arch of the gate

Spitting fruit into the trash

Double falls and following trains

And bent pennies in the grass

Well I'm still not sure exactly what it means

To be living in exile from old dreams

I can’t see

Past the rims

Of my glasses

In the night sands

I can’t see

Past the rims

Of my glasses