In Bold Strokes

now in bold strokes
i have drawn my jaw
front of the mirror
and you find it horrible
but it is my jaw
and none of the other
i put my beard like a
waterfall
making the sounds of
confusions

in bold strokes i draw
the face
of my manhood
and you want to have compromises
about my teeth
and tongue
some have to be pulled
and the tongue
is not that long enough

the terms are clear
if you disagree then there is no deal

if you insist
there is no us in this

it arrives at a decision
either you
or myself
and if you do not leave
i will

my feet are strong
my soles are thick.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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