Face

 
It was fun to put on her face for a day,
with her quizzical looks
and red-lipped smirks,
her well-groomed brow
and perfect pink cheeks.
 
It was fun to put on her face for a day,
to smile knowingly when people stared
and wondered why she wore such high heels
that clicked on the pavement
like a second hand.
 
It was fun to put on her face for a day,
To sip wine from a glass
and bite crusty bread,
suck up spaghetti noodles
all without staining her lipstick.
 
It was fun to put on her face for a day,
but at midnight
in a little white sink
the face came off
and disappeared down the drain.
 

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