Dogs 2007

IO
(1/3/07)


I switched on
the bathroom light
this morning
and there
it was
a large pimple
right on the end
of my nose

no big deal
I know
but at 14
I never
in my blackest
of blackhead moments
would've thought it possible
to still be having
such complexion
problems
at 47

I surveyed
my suffering skin
it looked like
an alien moon
of a distant world
scarred
by ancient craters
and a smattering
of recent
volcanic
activity

it would be nice
to be about
a half million miles
away
right now
instead of parading
around in public
with this wound
on display

during these
most obvious
of acne occurrences
are the only times
I really notice
that in any group
I am the only person
of an adult age
sporting a face
of such rugged
terrain

how did they
make it this far
without more evidence
of dermatological
wear and tear?

mostly
at other times
I don't think
too much
about it

mostly

today
I obsess
about the pencil eraser
adorning my proboscis
but I am grateful
for my good fortune
to be walking
and talking
in a relatively
painless world with
but only a few
very minor
annoyances

I can
hardly wait
for the next
herpes outbreak

then
I can rediscover
the geologically active
planet
in my pants

at least that
I can
zip up