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face lift :: geraldine connolly

by on December 11, 2014

We all want to stare
and know we shouldn’t
but we all want to
look right into this
new face that’s a little puffy,
a little roughed-up looking
above the slender, girlish body.
Even though the age lines are gone,
the old wrinkles and sags,
there’s a new smile that won’t stop,
burned into her face
like some happy acid—
a passionate transformation
but disappointed, she is disappointed.
We can see it in her eye,
frozen like some blue flower
touched by a god
so she’ll never change or wither,
but drop into the path
at his every whim,
full-blown, frozen.

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