Our Lady of Wrinkles
by Noel Sloboda
Her bony forefinger
lends texture to masks
of whom we become
tracing each passing moment.
She lingers longest
around the bright eyes
of those lost
in embraces or despair
caressing the corners
of mouths
no longer hiding teeth.
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Noel Sloboda is the author of the poetry collections Our Rarer Monsters (2013) and Shell Games (2008) as well as several chapbooks. His speculative work has recently appeared in Phantom Drift, Star*Line, Kaleidotrope, and Mythic Delirium. He teaches at Penn State York.
