Upkeep
Under new management
his skin became more porous
epidermal squamous cells
more translucent,
maybe he was just getting older
maybe the new governor
of his think-machinery
did a better job of keeping up with
everyday maintenance.
His eyes were never the best
but he often did not need them
to see through the obvious,
the unconscious slight-of-hand
chicanery of other's.
He also saw where he had been
a facsimile and ersatz to the hilt.
He chuckles now
as he cleans house again.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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