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Every day, I try to redraw my face.
I take a brush and crayons,
pens and pencils, paints and powdered
colours, and paint a face.
I paint it over the face I already have,
like a canvas I'd like to erase.
It's not that I don't like the face
god gave me,
but it looks unhappy,
the mouth turns down.
Over this, I paint another face
that smiles.
Then I rub it off. I don't want
a face that simpers harmlessly
like this.
Some day I plan to draw it
interesting, dangerous,
cruel.