My wait-duh-what is-this-ok? look

I kind of love the face
I almost make 
when suddenly
I'm not so sure what

I'm trying to do will work. 

Already midstream in 
the act! No thought
of going back, too late 

to shirk, it's
kind of sour - stupid, 
huh? That stone is 
not so near to step.
This soup du jour is
not as you'd envisioned it,
and so much more 

in bigger bowl
than you'd expect.

I know 
that face,
because it feels 
just like it looks, and
I will catch a peep 
in mirror's face 
when trying to trim 
my beard.

It goes too far,
too close, so there's 
the look 
I almost make,
right there.

Right here.  

It says oh fuck 
it. I'll just shave. 

The path of least 
resistance paved

all clear