Put putty on the cracks
my facade is breaking.
Smooth out the ridges,
stretch back the lips,
in grimace or smile--
just make it stick.
Layer it on if you must,
the putty, the paint--
put it all in place,
the perfect mask,
that service smile--
vague but pleasant.
Just make it quick,
my facade is crumbling fast
bit by bit.
Photo credit: Mackenzie D.
Poem: Mackenzie D.
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