M.M.

By: Maggie Maize

M.    M.

She admits she’s grown less
offended by her own face, though
her pit bull eyes catch the light,
and raise

overfilled sandbags, hard above her brow.
She forces artificial dominance out
from her soft, rose jawline.

Two prominent pillars support her lips
to show everyone at first sight
that she can’t do it for
herself.