Showing posts with label profile pic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label profile pic. Show all posts
profile pic
can’t see it, if it’s meant to be
me that’s there, what you see:
brown eyes, lines sprinkling
from each, is done, not none
one of billions, here now,
sunk into nothing, to come:
black eyebrows, arched or frowned
notes on a page, undone.
Published in Takahe 79, Winter 2013.
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