Meet the detective I hired to find the things I’ve lost
gold earring, jade bracelet, single gloves, my face
which disappears and only seen in shade until eyes are drawn
lips are outlined by two tubes of scarlet gloss, the nose made
less prominent and clear cheeks unblemished, highlighted
bones stark, not puffed out at all.
My face looks like someone else, unfamiliar to me, strange
to family, acquaintances unknown, I’m lost as much as each
item saved in hope for a match to appear now as this
private eye entered the scene.
Mr. Eye questions me, asks where I came from, what town,
what foods I eat, what makes me glad, who I admire, books
I’ve read, songs I like. Soon Mr. Eye believes he can fill out the
rest of me and once he knows my preferences the rest is solved.
Soon the earring has a mate, the bracelet is In its box, gloves are
paired, my face returns and everything is reborn.