Behind a Glass Face

As I strain and put on

clothes to build

authenticity

earrings to dress the bones

fabrics to feather the nest

turn me inside out

that what I am made of is 

visible and available and unavoidable

spiking out of my eyes and pouring from my cheekbones

break into the sharp plane of my face

crack me like a shell

It distills in the midst, that essence that Is 

thickens and boils and builds in the marrow

while we drape and play dress up

an inferno is merrily crackling inside.

eating away at the chaff

Lunching on whatever is not

Of Substance

the unimpeachable remains behind

skin turns to glass

And now you see Me.

Forever and a day.

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I'm back. Since completing and publishing my e-book, I took a poetic break. And now? I'm jumping back in with both feet. Happy weekend to you!