I WAS GOOD-LOOKING

I was good-looking

for awhile

and

then

ambiguity

caught up with my face.

Now I listen to the Mariners

with all the fascination

of my energy

for

more.

No one is looking

at me, because

I don’t know

is

all

they

behold

on my formerly

firm with the certainty

of the wanness

of things,

face.