after Bob Hicok
Hands folded into empty. The need
to press & iron. Lines to read between & history
pried from each furrow. Once,
you laughed so bright the dry heat
mistook you for its maker, chased you across oceans
& back, the spray of sunlight playing hide & seek
among the seams of your forehead. Head
forward & your skin retreats within itself
the way a house collapses:
loosening. Rusty jawbone dried, eyelids
shuttered & weathered, the squeak of knees folded
into obsolete. The skin retreats
within itself, but new hills always manage
to worm their way out of the creases.
Note: “How Wrinkles Were Invented” is titled after “How Origami Was Invented” by Bob Hicok.
MARIE UNGAR is a writer from Charlottesville, Virginia, where she is Co-Founder and Co-Editor-in-Chief of Sooth Swarm Journal. Marie’s work has been published or is forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Words Dance, and Moledro Magazine, among others.