Self PortraitA Poem by Sami
My fingernails are now long enough to peel an orange
Or pop a tricky soda tab. When I woke up this morning because the sun was Burning my skin through the window There were eight new sores, tender and Covered with a soft lens of puss and blood. One masquerading as a rollerblading accident, Just under the cleft of my chin. One concealed behind the bridge of my glasses. One resting in the crook of skin where nose meets cheek. Three hidden within the dark of my eyebrows. One staring blankly from the high tide of my hairline. And one drilling neatly into my right temple. My roommates tell me I thrash Around in my bed, moaning and giggling. And sometimes I stare at them in the dark With my eyes closed for several minutes before Lying cautiously back down. And, when I wake up in the morning, My pillowcase has many tiny spots of red In varying degrees of color and intensity. The undersides of my fingernails are discolored a faded brown. Ive purchased three different face scrubs All with exfoliating beads and energizing foam qualities Hoping to dig out and destroy any lingering microbes. Three different medicated face lotions That promise to restore my skin to a blemish-free, Happy existence. My mother saw my face on Thanksgiving. She told me that when I was three, she Had to put mittens on my hands while I slept Because Id wake up in the night with bleeding eyes. © 2008 SamiReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorSamiPortland, ORAboutRight now, I'm back home in Portland attending PSU after a terrible but educational year at a New York college. Just trying to get back into writing. That's about it. more..Writing
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