This Club No Longer Cares

For us it has been
a long, winding road—
of hormones shifting,
often ready to explode.

Our weight has gone up,
our feet have spread wide,
and volcanic hot flashes
burn us up inside.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
and we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our outfits don’t match.
We don’t care if
pet hair is attached
We don’t care who
spots all of our chin hairs
Observations not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our brains will forget things,
get muddled and confused.
We’ll search for our glasses
already in use.

We’ll cry at commercials,
then laugh at a reel—
this rollercoaster madness
is perimenopause’s deal.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our dark hair turned grey.
We don’t care if
our wrinkles are on display.
We don’t care who
is giving us some stares.
Opinions not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our faces are honest;
we can’t mask a thought.
So we’ll fake our agreement
and pray that we’re not caught.

We are tired and we’re cranky
Just give us a little space.
Once this phase is over,
You will feel our warm embrace.