A late entry, written earlier this evening while listening to a poet read.

Mine always seem to go unnoticed
I know I never see that bulging vein on my forehead
The ones in my neck hardly ever rage
along with those muscles around my throat
that would leave a V-zone where my T-zone should be

The rest hide under layers of…
they hide under layers

So I know she’s not talking about me

(29 June 2017)