Monday, November 1, 2010

Behind the face

Who is it
that erases you,
that having pasted you to a wall
then peels you off haphazardly
as if you'd never been?
What face
hidden behind false words
waits and watches
for the moment
then catches
that edge
-- you know,
the one that always sticks out
wherever you go --
and pulls,
ripping you from the known
and the future
and the plans
back into Now?
How can we find the strength
to love those fingernails?

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

Just enough was pulled off that face to make it rather scary.

There is irony in the word "erase" on the wall; the sentiment is also incredibly sad, I think, and your words corral the ugliness and uneasiness of its connotations.