by Ramona Tepper

your right eyebrow
I finally notice
entirely too short
without arch

and the misaligned set of your lips
when you listen or read
that used to be fetching
is wrong

at the cheeks
bright with angry rosecea
not roses
I stop

deep in your eyes
the sun sinks
peachy gold

honeyed light falls
on your face
makes it something
so soft I forgive you

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