Have you ever wondered
why our faces have no edges?
I have;
this is my hypothesis.
Wouldn’t it be awkward
to slide off a lip
and hurtle onto the floor?
Or find your tongue
stuck
on the jagged edge of a chin?
Or worse,
discover clunky sounds while making love?
Sure, faces are better off with curves.
Now, if only
we could sandpaper the edges in our words.
The Dirty Thirty, Poem 5
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