Behind me the remains
of the cinderblock tabernacle
and behind me the west-leaning house
with a red dirt floor
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Behind me the remains
of the cinderblock tabernacle
and behind me the west-leaning house
with a red dirt floor
to the sea
or some lonely pond
or wherever it is
that swans go
to the sea
or some lonely pond
or wherever it is
that swans go
Today I and the unhooded bird
that sits on my head
are looking in different directions,
Today I and the unhooded bird
that sits on my head
are looking in different directions,
Well since there’s still light walk around
stand on the porch
cup hands around eyes peering in
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Well since there’s still light walk around
stand on the porch
cup hands around eyes peering in
Laura Cesarco Eglin’s poem, “Makeover,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Summer 2019 issue. Blue lipstick in remembrance of days of intense cold of nails turning blue and lips to match when she’s tired she applies eyeshadow where the bags under her eyes should be, she feels free to mark her spirits rising the red lipstick
Laura Cesarco Eglin’s poem, “Makeover,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Summer 2019 issue. Blue lipstick in remembrance of days of intense cold of nails turning blue and lips to match when she’s tired she applies eyeshadow where the bags under her eyes should be, she feels free to mark her spirits rising the red lipstick
