Heads

Our faces are plasticine
stuck to the top of a desk;
fingerprints for cheekbones,
amateur artist impressions
of hair and open mouths.
We look over ourselves,
melting into dust and photographs
for a box in a loft of a future house
owned by a cut and shut of our skulls.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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