The Last Holdout
Finding a world we must escape
The mirror at six in the morning is honest
in ways that cost something.
The brow ridge catches the light
at the angle that says
this is the argument the world will make about you today,
before you open your mouth,
before you sit down,
before your name lands in the room
the way you need your name to land.
The face is where the body makes its case.
The bone under t…
