these lying faces
all mask no soul:
this one face-on is a skull,
from the side, a weeping child
blue eyes looking full of tears
even when they aren't.
my soul begs: no more, no more,
take me away from this--
how can i say this?
you are a ripe fruit
juice running down my chin
these others, a bite of air.
july 2023
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