We are getting old Our blood is thick and gravelly  Pumped up noisily through traffic jam  Veins passing abandoned arteries along the way    We are told in unison  That at our age breathing is important But we talk, and quickly come to the conclusion That less is more  So we hold hands and breath and memories Squeezing tighter  As days creak by   Together we imagine a lightning purge  And two smoldering wheelchairs  Drifting … Continue reading Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg