ya face

You could teach
a class on how to have
a face. And how
to make faces 
with it. Your face
puts on a masterclass
and a clinic at once. It
is as if
your inner emotion,
sentiment, temperament,
feeling, attitude and charm, 
disposition, wiles and will 
run high-level tag team heart, 
mind and body slam ops
on 
whoever's
mind, behind their eyes 
gets a peep, glance or gaze
upon 
your mouth's quirk
or beam, the wink or twinkle
you shine, the nose. Is right there.
Eyebrows do their thing, cheeks
perfectly cheeky or innocent. When
you go about with your face, you 
lead the way

past whoever 
sees, 
and they wonder

who's she 

but 
they know who
is she. You 

could teach a class 
on how
to have a face.

Show them all, give
them the basics, the tricks,
the epiphanies, make every
face you have, and at the 
end, you'd wake up
screaming 
from the shock! 

Your whole class faced you 
with

one face  

your own. 

And you knew in that moment 
you couldn't face yourself 
much