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POEM: Body Of Work

Body Of Work

I’d like to be judged
on my whole body of work.
Not the me you remember
from high school, when no one
was anyone yet. Not
as I was in my twenties,
scared into the wrong arms
by encroaching solitude
& a conditional childhood.
Yes you can take my thirties
in account, as I tried to be
who I’d been raised to be, failed
— or worse, succeeded —
struck out across a burning bridge
to save myself and my sons.
Tally up my forties, too;
full of shouts & quaking &
not yet complete.
Have you arrived at me
even now?

/ / /

Jason Crane
7 February 2020
State College PA

Published in My poems Poetry


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