The hole in my face.

I've got this hole in my face.
Its decrepit and opens without warning.
When it does i feel like a fool.

It's loud and it screams and yells
even when i'm not trying.
It can't sing or be very entertaining.
It's very good at affection but hardly
shows it.

It's shy.
It shuts up when all it wishes
it could do is speak.
It's indecisive and never knows
when to tell you how it feels.

Sometimes i wish it never existed.
I wish i could stitch is shut with a
needle and thread. Seal with a zipper,
with a lock, with a kiss. With anything
at all. Just so it would disappear.

I might be happy, might be lost, might
be dead or alone or with anyone to hold.
With anyone at all.
With you.

And maybe, if the hole in my mouth
could say beautiful things like it reads
in books or sees on the silver screen,
maybe it could win the world.

Maybe it could smile straight.