Complexion

 

  

I see a desk

cologne on the table.

A fancy watch,

peseos on a dollar.

I see a mirror

Shaving cream without label.

A brand new razor,

behind a lion’s sculpture.

 

I see a palm pilot

that was given for Christmas

and books in Spanish,

beside dust they stood.

I see a belt

looking old, filled with flaws.

Yet dependable,

and still looks good.

 

I see a coat

upon the great king bed

and a missing rack

of plenty of solid tools

I see the end

of an unorganized shed

for the pictures of family

still fulfill love in this ol’ fool.

 

I see me in him.