Our Lady of Wrinkles

Our Lady of Wrinkles

by Noel Sloboda

Her bony forefinger

lends texture to masks
of whom we become

tracing each passing moment.

She lingers longest

around the bright eyes
of those lost

in embraces or despair

caressing the corners
of mouths

no longer hiding teeth.


Noel Sloboda is the author of the poetry collections Our Rarer Monsters (2013) and Shell Games (2008) as well as several chapbooks. His speculative work has recently appeared in Phantom Drift, Star*Line, Kaleidotrope, and Mythic Delirium. He teaches at Penn State York.

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