by Toti O’Brien
On her birthday
she dons a platinum
wig. For how long
has she wished
to relinquish her
colorfulness?
Wear her hidden
paleness, revealing
not illness or fading
but a secret self
private yet
statuesque in its smallness
smooth like granite
lip-sealed or
whispering
only speaking
in tongues.
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I love the wabi-sabi shimmer of Toti’s poem. It starts rich and exterior, goes inside disassembles to stark but fine and plain. The exterior grows dissolves to the essential and the interior more in-dwelling and at once simple and complex as a mystic.. thank you.