Cinematic Moment: Intimate.
I think
When we grow too familiar with ourselves
Over acquainted with the backs of our own hands
or the right leg that stretches just a bit further than the left.
The preoccupation with ones mind trickles down into the mundane
A slow crawl into the affliction known as routine.
Wandering slightly out of the wonder of self discovery
like falling out of love
with someone whose knowledge of foreign government was once intriguing and now dull.
There are days I'd like to rearrange the face in the mirror
mixing and matching the parts until they form something brand new
Something fresh and beautiful
perspectively speaking.
I would remaster the art of painting a new pair of lips with matte red and pink gloss.
Memorize all over again the lengths of borrowed lashes
the eyebrow where my nose once sat upon my face.
Indeed I would.
For now
the mannerisms are not quite as memorable
The jokes are not nearly as funny
when it's actually just me.
--cs@2010
1 comments:
"Memorize all over again the lengths of borrowed lashes..."
That is beautiful, and so touching. Yes, you're right, it seems for years upon years I didn't even look in the mirror - the routine of brushing and appling makeup was all too familiar and I could think of other matters while I stood before the mirror. I should go take a LOOK right now - but I'm afraid of the image that might look back.
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