Thursday, July 27, 2017

Dying for Dummies by Chana Bloch

Dying for Dummies
I used to study the bigger kids—
they’d show-and-tell me
how to wiggle my hips,
how to razz the boys.
Now I’m watching my cohort
master the skills at each grade
of incapacity
and get promoted to the next.
To the oldest I’m a novice.
“These seventy-five-year-olds,
they think they know everything,”
says Cousin Leo. He’s ninety.
Who thinks, Leo? Who knows?
We’re too busy reading “Gratitude”
and “Being Mortal,”
passing around the revised edition
of “Dying for Dummies,”
still trying to get it right.
And the young study us.



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