Face

Show me your face,
skin
fragments divided
into
lines
that shift in between
the
laugh
and the frown,
telling a
story or two
of
where all the things
that
matter suddenly don’t.
Show me
the character
design,
where you get
to
stand without
crutches,
or without a permission
slip to walk
down
your
own hallway.
See,
I see poetry
on your face,
with letters that fill
in the
stanzas and
I’m
still writing
because
these eyes
simply can’t look
away.

M.C. Davis

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