Upon Not Being Carded
at the Age of Thirty-Eight

The banalities you recite are not comforting. It had to happen sometime. Think of the alternative. When what you really want to do is get down on your knees and bawl. I'm still a teenager. So then who is this repulsive woman in my hotel room? You could build skyscrapers in the circles under her eyes. Jessy Randall

If you have any comments on this poem, Jessy Randall would be pleased to hear from you.