Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.

Wednesday, 8 September 2021

When I was a child

I liked going with my grandmother
to visit her old friends, also widows
in houses with massive sideboards,
upholstered chairs, fringed velvet tablecloths,
antimacassars and ticking clocks,
stuffed parrots, china ornaments -
and in one a Victorian jack-in-a-box.

I have always liked wrinkles
on the faces of women and men.
I am almost 80 and almost without wrinkles,
not even on my belly: I remain immature to the end.


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