In That Old Photograph
It looks as if my skin’s too tight
like my soul hasn’t had the chance
to work its way to the surface
of my then smooth mask of face.
I don’t know who she was--
the way she tied her scarf like that.
Made up far too much for a young
girl so unformed and unsure
of everything around her.
Life will loosen
the skin of the soul
pulling down what once
held with certainty
to the bones of youth
exposing something truer.
A falling into place--
settling like a house
well lived-in.
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