She has a face that only a blind man would love,
Eyes the color of dirty dying grass
Covered over by thick goggles that
Magnify her grotesqueness.
I caught a glimpse of her
As I walked past her car,
And my stomach turned.
Her face is bulbous.
It carries the remnants of a fast-food diet.
Not to mention the acne—
Here a pimple,
There a pimple—
Not all over,
But enough to make her hideous.
Her nose turns up slightly,
Like a pig rooting for food.
I almost ran into her
At the glass doors of the cafeteria.
My appetite ruined, I walked away.
I know you have seen her hair,
Stringy, frizzy, dull, wild,
But not in the sexy way.
No. More like drunken, hung-over, morning hair,
Rats’ nest, cobwebs….
Speaking of cobwebs,
The lines around her eyes and lips:
Little men laid railroad tracks on the road to Oldville.
I see her all the time,
Each time, disgust and bile spew from me like lava.
But the worst is when I wake up,
Go into the bathroom,
And look at me
As I brush my teeth
And comb my hair,
All the time mocking me.
Nikki r. Domsitz