“Acne Face” by Zach Schwartz

dirty red streaks break my
face in the morning light and i feel
waking up next to you,
of my ugliness
in the mirror
of your unblemished skin

i kiss your mouth to close
your eyes because i
want them closed,
at least
for now, at least
till these dirty red streaks
of my adolescent leprosy
go away

you yawn and you kiss and you
reach up
to know
that i am there,
but i am
not ready
as you
soon find out and you
return your hands
to my chest.

we both
know it but don’t
say anything.

what is
there to say?

will suffice
for now.

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