Unfinished

Her face looks cold. One eyebrow slanted stylish.

The other feathers away a slight mistake.

She hurts with a crooked smile that speaks in code.

Earrings made of shell resist each other. 

One incisor slightly different from 

the other hidden by face light more moon 

than sun. A smidge of darkness across 

a down-turned mouth that wants to smile. 

The part in her hair part scar part intention. 

She looks as though she means it whatever 

it may be. One eye tries to look up 

toward angels if there be. The other eye 

squints a little down. Her face not quite

the color milkmaid sadness dreamed.