Arlene Corwin Poetry

               I Don’t Recognize The Face Anyway

I can’t keep thinking about

Mushy, aging tushies.

Hormones’ mysteries

Have conquered these ideas,

And tired of mirrors,

Make-up terrorists,

The muscles in the neck

That sink,

And hair fine lines (as well as hair)

Beneath the nose and in the cheek,

I think:

My less than score of friends

Are passive, loving and accept –

And strangers don’t concern me.

Who has time to burn

For vanity, for anyway,

I do not recognize the face

That’s me.

© I Don’t Recognize The Face Anyway 6.18.2008

Arlene Corwin

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Nature, Circling Round Woman;