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FACE POEM


I am aware of every wrinkle. Line.
Aware of the etchy thick roadway lines.
The writers face
The eating face
The eating more cookies face.

I am older- gone is the smooth clear unlined derma.
My poetic face.
My I am in  the kitchen face.
The television is on face.
I am writing face.
Gone shopping face.
Leave me alone face.
& this is where all the damnable etchy thick
wrinkly lines in my face come from!!
My face is a face off of another version of what
I could look like.
Smearing, adding on, blending in lotions & anti-
everything on my face does not appeal.
I want my face back.
I want my face unwrinkled & ironed clean.
           Teresa Costa