Recklessly,
I've been practicing naked—at making this
pretty weird
mug the whole morning;
over and over—
for hours
in my cold bath-
room mirror (I've been told
if I'm not
careful—it just might!
stay that way)—Okay,
but which one?
I'm guessing,
at this point—
you're
probably asking? Only
the craziest! And
riskiest!—
And definitely most screwed-up
and difficult-
to-master
kisser I can muster, mister—
My face.
The first one.
The only one
that couldn't have looked—
this bad.
