belated poem for my thirtieth birthday

by Justin Hyde

 

now that i

turn around

 

from this

distance

 

my thirty years

stacked on top of each other

look like

undifferentiated

clay

 

however

 

setting down my beer

and taking a

few steps closer

 

clearly

it’s a giant

hand

 

giving me

the

finger.

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