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Trivia.

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There was always mischief in my round eyes,

but the curls in my hair

softened

the imbalance

when the big eyes dropped off

feeling

from the news on TV —

my mother no longer allowed me to watch.

With a flick of her wrist,

we’d watch trivia.

To my frown, she would say,

“I know that made you sad, but the best

way to get through it is to

fake it, till you make it.”

When I faked it, I felt it, and if I felt it,

it couldn’t be fake.

She built me with genuine bones,

and the adage translated to us as,

“Act it, and you shall feel it,”

and I held onto that belief

until my eyes were more proportionate

to the roundness in my face,

 

the curls soften the

edges

of a bad repair,

where the broken pieces didn’t quite fit

together

the same way

as they once did.

Maybe it’s the added

adhesive;

I’m allergic to artificial.

You can melt it with a small match,

but I’ll take Grand Gestures

for 1000 please.