sighting.

"why did you have to have those eyes?"

i say to the stranger who just walked past....

really?

that face?

those marks?

the shape of those ears?

is it necessary?

to make other people....

with those little bits

that look so much like,

well..........

and in my head

a collage

with mental scissors,

a choppy half remembered picture.

that i dissect,

in random moments i have to spare.

the shape of the eyes

the curve of the chin

with razor in hand.

i would cut your hair like delilah.

but i would be left weak......