Face of Glass
by fyarlgiles
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
