Facial Blindness, by Susan Cowger
~for Chuck Close
Pencil lines square off
A face doomed by a certain blindness
Where no paint stroke equals hair and no mouth is yours
You—are sienna scumbles vermillion daubs
Only a stab at pupils and pores yesterday’s Fu Manchu
Perhaps no pigment clinches facial recognition
May I present to you lozenges green and umbra
Oil mingled in soft dirt not exactly
Resemblance more a work-around
For prosopagnosia* awareness without emotion
The rind-and-peel after-taste of pungent cerulean
A wink of capricious colour
Shaped like a simile
Sidling up to a mirror
*prosopagnosia: the inability to recognize faces of other people or one’s own features in a mirror
Susan Cowger’s chapbook, Scarab Hiding, was released December 2006. Her work most recently appeared in Windhover, Adanna, Perspectives, CRUX, and McGuffin. Susan is founder and past editor of Rock & Sling: A Journal of Witness.
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