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my
face
is a
mud
flat
cracking
in the
lines
around
my
eyes

my
eyeballs
are
dusty
and
my
forehead
i­s a
boulder
defeated
by the
Sun

whole
craggy
mountain
ranges
inhabit
my
cheeks

and
my
m­ind
is a
patch
of
beavertail
cactus
scrubby
as
tumbleweed
in
a

barbed

­wire

fence