angle

David Williams

Face by Zane Bullard


those lips (cuneiform
at edge), reddened (prosaic
melancholy) puckering, (symmetrical
enough) spending themselves
in himalayan uplift,
sunken,

tear framed.

and change begins with a grimace.
the smell of stale air
exhaling.

she heads north in stead of south,
in ward in stead of out.
with the subtle grace of
recovering clumsy,

inside out.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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