Molting
Molting
By Marie Gordon
You drag the razor
Over your face
And wriggle out
Of your saggy skin
With a sanguine smile
Your skin slithers
Your crow’s feet peel
Off into the sink
Twinkling green eyes grin
In the mirror
At shiny skin
And the musky smell
Of new flesh
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A powerful complement (and, compliment as well) to “Disposable,” effectively understated, not didactic, ends where it should end ..with the “musky smell/of new flesh.” This one holds fast to the metaphor without overdoing it, which is, as we know, an always tempting attraction. This is a really good poem that speaks of regeneration and renewal, important themes that lend themselves to elaboration in many ways and forms…like this one.