By Claire Scott

an entire inch shorter and shrinking fast
according to Dr. W. P. Blair
eyebrows arched as he scans his notes
neurons dying by the truckload
IQ dropping precariously
soon I will be less that two feet tall
looking at people’s knees like a toddler
I will babble & blunder my way
through cryptic conversations with my children
so they will think I have a few marbles left in
my shriveling brain that can’t remember their names
they will pat me on my thinning hair
smile condescendingly &
pocket my car keys


Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Healing Muse and Vine Leaves Literary Journal among others. Her first book of poetry, Waiting to be Called, was published in 2015. She is the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.