A woman’s life is a
perpetual race
against the passage of time.

The big hand, slaps her
in the face with her own mortality.
“Tick tick tick” says the whining time bomb
screaming, “Faster doll faster.
Run, in heels, little darling”

Round and round the second
hand goes and where the
wrinkles land; everyone knows.

Women are fobs dangling
from our own biological clocks
clutching a basket of
eggs that began putrefying
at the moment of our birth.

SC Stuckey is a Canadian enjoying the Los Angeles sun who passionately loves her home country, her husband, and her rock-star cats.