Face of Glass

Once,

I slipped my hand into the pocket of your winter coat

and found the stolen slivers

of a woman’s scowl.

I put back all

but

an eyebrow

that bends effortlessly into

ocean

and sky–

 it can be pinned on

in naked moments to

erase

all signs of me.

and

 Though it bites

with the dull pain of a rotting tooth,

I cannot bear to  live

 without it

“The Things We Keep” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Barbie” by Jordan Clark

http://society6.com/unradical/Barbie-jkU_Print