I'm not exactly what you'd call pretty
but if you get the shadows just right
the light slanted and angled
then I might be called "interesting."
I've tried for all my eighteen years
think I finally perfected the perfect
formula to create the better side of me:
a lunge to the left, but my
knee is bent
and my opposite hip lifted, just a little
with my chest thrust forward (and up)
shoulders thrust back, arms out
my neck craned up, my head tilted over
yes, yes- like so
my bangs dangling to the side...
as limp as my useless hands, neither of which
have anything to do with the
image I'm creating.
My roommate drops something, clattering
her Dior lip-gloss or Burberry perfume beauty
and I lose myself
to the harsh angles and bleak shadows
normal confines and limits of my face
the bones that aren't structured right
all wrong for that mythical "interesting" me
I can only
find in the dim bathroom mirror
and not outside in sun and natural light.