Zit

(It’s no good to you)

Everyone wants
to pop out
that tiny red dot
on my cheek
     Everyone but me.

Squeezing you out 
means breaking my pores
until you’re free
and what’s left of me?

An indelible mark-

    that tells people-
         I once had you.
     that proves that-
          they are right
          and I am wrong
          (and I’m better off without you)

Tiny blotches of concealer
may masks your existence
     (and if you’re gone, your scars)
but what lies underneath the smudge-
Reality-
     that my face is already flawed.

(That’s why i don’t want to lose you)

Author's Note

Please review as if you want to kill me :)))

Reviews

[annie lee]

god -- i love this. and i can't want to kill you, because i lived this very scene too many times in my younger, younger years. this is spot-on -- ho ho, no pun intended. i looked for fault in the line breaks and other structure, but to no avail. This is such an elegant evocation of that early morning step out of the front door, wearing our camouflaged zit like a defiant banner.

Ready to deal with all the "oh, did you know you've..." -- "yes, i know. keep your eager fingertips to yourself."

"D'ya want me to..." -- "if i wanted that, would i have used concealer?"

you tell em, honey -- "it's mine -- you've got your own -- respect my personal space."

That is my take on this -- it's a whimsical yet serious statement on a rite of passage we can all relate to.

[annie lee]

may masks your existence s/b may mask your existence