It was earlier today
in the dim light
of the tiled bathroom
that I noticed
three lines
that have settled
into my forehead
and leaning closer
to the mirror
noticing the tired
in my eyes
as if to tell me:
You aren’t so
little anymore,
so for pete’s sake –
start demanding
MORE
fog up the windows 
I like the phrase that is the title.
I can’t even begin to describe my emotions when I look too closely in the mirror. It’s always such a dark reminder of how fast time goes.
nice. dangit, i am probably going to get the same scolding from my own wrinkles tonight.
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Demanding more, heh. Are demands not declining with age? Nice poem.
Interesting idea. I may just write a poem called “Are demands not declining with age?” as a counter to this poem. Though, the demands referenced in this piece are more along the lines of self-advocacy.