a slap in the face of the lot of us
a pinch of the lobe with a brush-back vibe
so don’t hate the sunshine ‘til it’s gone gone gone
the left side of your face is a subtle one
raising an eyebrow just to make a half-heart whole
and that’s the woman I remember
long before the picture-cropping days
if I’m too coy in my one-track way
I promise to liberate my messages
from the page to the mouth to your feet to the world
can’t help but love the way it feels today
January 22, 1999
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