I sketched a faceless man today
I put more details in his hands than I ever could in his eyes
I drew a faceless woman today
forward facing
I put more details on the muscles of her back
than I ever could her nose
I painted a faceless child today
I put more details on his body
than I ever could his lips
I painted faceless beings today
all hollowed out alone
my art teacher looked at me like i was a little disturbed
I could not explain to him that the hollow of her cheekbone
will have more meaning
than the color of her eyes
or the voluptuousness of her lips
and that the strain in her shoulders
will show
and that man will have more meaning in the creases
of his palms
than I could ever put on the lines of his face
And all I could think of was
How that faceless woman had a **** good
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