turning wrinkles beneath

black hood, autumn

leaves, brittle &

cracked, crumbled across its

face. just a cup of tea.

you couldn't possibly

paste me back together.

with glue, sutures,

paint, gold leaf, or

love. plimsoll marks

tells how far I've sunk.

grease-paint scorings.

actor kits under mud.

decorate this house, re-model

adobe: rub it smooth

until it shines.