Gesture

by Thalia Honorat

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Insubordinate eyes disguised in interest in the background

flick

and betray.

Pupil doesn’t know itself

or who is in control.

Mouth pull aside teeth tint glisten in a grimace

limits on a sympathetic smile turn to showing pain

digits won’t quit twist the silver ring round and round and round

lips—slightly surprised concerned ellipsis says oh, I didn’t expect that

look—quick, don’t blink, I think it’s in the eyes, some mischief wrinkle, a

peer—alert! A plot, you’ve not been privy, so sorry

brow furrow like farm, like farmer, lines in the dust-to-dust that grows

Life—is it the little things? That show who we truly are?