I Was Told I Have Face Blindness

Three months separated by the dark cup

imitated her river face

on the stiff bystanders:

grandpa that joined and broke his eyebrows with a laugh,

college kid in high school letterman, Aunt Jemima,

never said the word “wait.”


Four months now.

All of the girls that shamble through the door

of the IHOP on summer pancake day

are her.

Taking in everything they can

so the mass can swarm

the attacker that dares break them apart.


All with the same fossil eyes,

the same flowing face.

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