A face is not architecture – from scenes, consider the profile
a means to divide me from not. Above mind, then skin.
I feel a division
Take the literal shape
the same significance with a limb
e.g, I am, or I am not.
An eye is coveted. Each gaze
is listed, somewhere. Registered. More than once
something limits what I can or can’t see. A very
creates a landscape I recognise. Elements
of both parents, and all my past lovers
congregate in the corners, the pull of
my mouth aches into expression. I am not this face.