Does everything remind you of an aorta now?

That's
what
changes-
isn't it?
Perspective.
It's
why
I
like
getting
older.
And
then
Michael-
or someone-
says,
"You
know
when you
were in
your
twenties
you
thought
you needed it."
Somone
else
that
is.
And
now-
becoming
so
comfortable
with
aloneness
that
when
that
somone
who
will
linger
with
me
comes
along,
well,
I
am
ready.