Her Face Is Printable
Her face is printable
Publishable
But manageable?
Please!
Her hair is the hair of thousands
Only interesting to a cat
Who wants to nest in it.
I see the redness on
her bottom lip and I see she is more than alive.
She is raring to dance the tango.
Do I know what to do now
or am I frozen? The fascination leads me
right up to her face.
Your face is printable and publishable I tell her.
She looks through me.
I am sad now.
I thought we might have been friends.
Suddenly her face takes on a new light.
Ugly and closed.
I walk away sadly.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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