There’s a face on my milk carton,

Every time I turn it around,

That face stares at me.

There’s a face in the grocery store,

Every time I walk through,

That face stares at me.

There’s a face at the Post Office,

Every time I post a letter,

That face stares at me.

There’s a number on the bottom

Of each page of paper under where

That face stares at me.

I wonder if I should call it

Every time I pass by a place where

That face stares at me, because

There’s a face in my mirror,

That looks like the face on the paper

That keeps staring at me.

 

Is it me?

Lue

August 13, 2016