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Yes, Your Honor, it’s true

I’ve allowed age to knead my face,

leave crinkle-fans beside each eye

carve parentheses around my lips,

sprout dandelion hairs along my crown,

under my chin, above my brow.

Yes, Your Honor, it’s true

I’ve allowed my jaw line to droop,

accepted lip lines but rejected chin hairs,

refused Botulinum toxins and fillers,

chosen not to erase life off my face,

allowed 16 to become 69.

No, Your Honor, I object

to the absurd idea aging is a curse

to be erased.

This is my Winterface, right on time.

—SD Fulton

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