March 22/365 I’m Lying, pt. 1

Sometimes I see her circled in light
as if a director had turned the giant spot
onto a girl, starring in her own life story.
On cue, the chin lifts enough for the shadows
to carve out the thin bones of her cheeks,
light streaming down her neck and glancing
off pale shoulders. Nothing is curved ….

[to be continued]

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