The indentation between my eyes
Squinches my face.
The rest of my wrinkle free face
Found a home to burrow in.
The death accumulations starting with
My father after being Bar Mitzvahed,
My lover succumbing to AIDS
After our fifteen-year relationship,
The guilt that erupted after my mom,
Who lived with me for seven years
Before her dementia unraveled her,
Went into Lucy’s assisted living home
Near my sister in San Diego
And died within six months.
Health issues ate away at my frown
Herniated back surgery,
An inconclusive prostate biopsy
That showed a suspicious growth
That wasn’t cancerous
But needed to be monitored.
The ridges remain plastered,
Reminding me of my Taurus tight rigid
Personality that longs to be loosened.
One thought on “Poem of the Week-Brow Beaten”
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