Genetic alterations like cleft chins and widows peaks
Clean white teeth and braces,
Blush and pink watermelon lipgloss,
Handlebar mustaches and biker beards
All for nothing now and how ridiculous.
Behind a mask there’s no way
to flash a smile of gratitude to a shop clerk
or for someone’s kindness in holding
open a door.
We look plastic.
Polarized in soundless shock.
The cranes fly overhead in t-formations
migration from and to places I never visited
And now probably won’t either
Come to think about it,
those birds I knew,
where I’ve been basking in year and year outside
Without the warmth in those million year old spaced.
As sounds of the floorboards let us know
Our short winter days draw nearer
The knuckles crack in my hands
Open and closed alone
I am divided by savage time.For Celia