elasticity

elasticity isn't a thing

i paid attention to when

i was four, maybe in Play-Doh

but in my face? who wants a stretchy face?

i try to moisturize some buoyancy

back into my brow, my swirling hand

massaging my swirling head, and i

am thinking of the battle between

sky and land, how the ground

surely has the upper hand

and is all this lotion really a match for gravity?

no degree of hyaluronic acid changes

the fact that i am a person stuck inside of

a skin, dependent on this body to draw a picture

of who i am, each decade spent circling

the sun will likely pencil a few lines

across this degenerating canvas