January 21, 2008

Duplicates

Duplicates

Like the face covered by a plastic peel-away mask,
Like the lotion smooth skin stitched together over aged scars,
Like the mountains hovering beneath the chin which don’t match the sagging leather,
Or like the neon magenta layer of lip gloss that coats your mouth.

You are a replica of a counterfeit generation of deadbeat motherhood.