Selina Tan - Blackheads

there are quite a number-
when I look at the mirror;
against my putrid mind-once again
I slide my eyes-
down to the tip of the iceberg;
Looking more like a snowball than a glacier
I look to see the men hiding
within those tiny, tiny holes;
with their heads peered atop
waiting for that two giant fingers
to squeeze them out to salvation.

Selina Tan

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