we sew ourselves
to the expectations of others
with our bank accounts
towel racks
and arteries
faces melting
into an unreflecting pool
of lost identity
then spend our lives
doing the math
on the height of bridges
child support
the poundage of a squandered life
and how many refills remain
Tag: Identity
she lacks a mirror
to survey
what is left of her face
so she passes the time
painting pictures of grotesque animals
with human genitals