I fear I will get too old
and leave you somewhere
in my 1982
I don’t have fun like i used to,
I just sit
and drink in my bedroom-
I’ll read back our love letters
and annotate grammar mistakes
I’ve yet to call you back
I find it hard to explain
how i’m going on sixty
yet somehow not
even half that age
I’ve always struggled with speaking-
wrap myself up
and pretend I’m unborn
—but I’ll wake up again
and fear i’m getting old
ABOUT:
Anastasia Kimm is a creative writing student based in Nottingham, UK. She writes mostly
poetry, sometimes short fiction, and one day perhaps a novel. She has upcoming publication in Sour Cherry Magazine. Follow on Instagram @ruks4ky for updates.