The 70th Birthday Poem
Listen here and I’ll read my poem to you:
And here’s the text version:
The 70th Birthday Poem
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I ask you about the “rest of your life.” You ask me if I’ll have kids. Both questions so rude we laugh. What we’re really talking about is our deaths. Far apart on our calendars, but simultaneous, in the scheme of things. The Queen of Thailand. Champagne and Carlisle Hotel in the 80s.