Facelift


“PORTRAIT”, 11″ x 11″ x 4″, m/m
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I caught my face in a store window.

I saw my mother.

I thought: “Nope.. gotta do something right quick, here.”

She actually aged quite gracefully but it was the set of her taut mouth and the guarding in her jaw that I don’t want to have anything to do with.

I laid in bed before I fell into sleep last night.

I consciously let the corners of my eyes melt down toward the pillow.

My eyeballs had weight and they seemed to cave in to the gravity pull as muscles relaxed and they rested in their nest.

My tired and worried mouth took longer to abandon it’s armor.

But after awhile, it too gave way and smoothed into a young girl’s repose.

I felt it move and soften and sigh at the relief.

My forehead, I imagined a slow drip of warm oil soothing it’s archive of expression.

A tear washed my cheek of leftover makeup.

And I began to understand the Buddha’s little turn of his impossibly knowing lips.

Surrender…Surrender..

And more of that…

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One Response to “Facelift”

  1. Laura Hegfield on October 17th, 2010

    beautiful…and so, my friend, are YOU!

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