Baby face
Oh how the lines have travelled
from dimple to crease
to split that peach
from the stone
Not unlike the cold
Hard, plastic bodies
of a childhood expectation
I grew to know
and never know
or the catcalls
Unsought, unspent
When breasts no bigger
than chicken eggs
there came a passage
A vision of red
to deliver the sinning
and leave only regret.

Jesse Falk