The Thriftette

I rest easy just by watching your face

Going through the change of recognition

And I think 

How the best faces are the ones

That at first look like vacant, smooth ovals

Hovering over inconsequential bodies
Like a figure hastily drawn onto a page

Features so familiar, a visage perfect for crime

That then, by looking at us, the more superficially mercurial matter of the universe,

Turn into animated facets too beautiful to disregard anymore

And this is the face that tells me

Not to waste a wish on a person

But I cannot help

And waste one on you