The Unwinding
As tight as a…..( add a cliche here)
flat on the back
grounding into the down
of her bed
bright afternoon sun
shining on her head
the tightness of the inner threads
begin to loosen on this mortal coil.
After a Hospice Day,
with those whose coils
are nearly unraveled,
let loose to the wind
lungs sounding of gravel.
She acknowledges, accepts and then
allows, gives permission from
her hair bun towards her toes begin
to unravel..
The body’s skin let loose from
the stays of bra, belly no longer held tight
with Spanx, as if in battle with a bulge
has earned its time, its place
she also lets the wrinkles relax
from her face…
Sighs with the exhale
surrender to the breath
what we constantly constrain
lets go eventually in death.
So as she makes the time
on Saturday evening to
fully unwind….
she doesn’t
mind
not spending a dime…
The Hot Flash Cold Flush Club
Body of Work
Jeanne Jennings
July 26, 2014