admission

you never said a word

Your outwardly jutting ears
your chubby cheeks
converge in familiar
grooves--

a fault in
smack in the center of the
carefully positioned
puzzled frown
that spreads dangles
as clearly as a participle
or a lock of curls


your pouty lips
sweet and powdery
and full of memory
invade the corners of my eyes
unparelled an unrivaled soverignty
of the mighty river
that flows

your nose curled up in a mischevious
unmitigatedly willfil scowl
as soft as baby hair
on a rounded apple head

I am reminded of all the times you said
You know you've got to watch your face

the same face that you make when you're lying
is the face you make when you're loving
this is the irony of your seasons

the pause is discernable
as I see your guilty eyes
staring
back
at me
in the shadows of the photograph

tellin' all your business
in black and white