nasal curvature

I hang and hold,

befriending the oils

in the pores next door

and the mucus from the night

where the winter wind stung--

Hello.

Bending and curving,

twisting and spinning. Glistening.

I replaced who resided here.

I hang and hold a grudge

cursing a no-longer lover.

My home flares,

I mimic the rhythm.

Don't tell anyone,

but I heard through the vein-vine;

Ears whispered-

What did we expect?

She can't keep her thoughts quiet.

How can I be out of place

when the needle swooned so hard for me,

A tear streamed down my cheek

but I'll let the silver strand believe

it was out of infatuation.

The oils sent me a welcoming card,

the ocean water stayed away.

Ears whispered to me-

said I looked

great.

featured in Voices: The Literary & Arts Journal of West Valley College, spring 2021.