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Nose
Noses give personality
to our profiles and silhouettes
A trace of genetic inheritance
A token of love for the Eskimo
A place for a pimple to find refuge
The sun's favorite place to burn
Shallow, stretched, simple, complex
center of the five senses
A sign of age:
the young have flat noses as if they couldn't muster the strength to define the cartilage.

Buddha uses a thumb-pressing technique
Adonai pinches the sides
and parachutes the bridge

Noses are dream-catchers of fumes
and filterers of air.
They are sculptures of the skin.

Skin
Wrapping paper of the soul
Streaked with bronzer
Or polka-dotted in blemishes
like craters on earth.
Sun-damaged skin, abused by being plastered in makeup and dyed in almond shades or tattooed designs.
Skin cringes at the ears and belly.
Fair or tan; empty or freckled:
freckles are the marks left by angels' lips when they kiss you goodnight.
Scars tell of accidents of the past:
when the anti-itch cream was too weak to stop the temptation of scratching the chicken pox;
when Aunt's hands slipped leaving a soup burn on your back;
your first time dancing in pointy shoes-
feet marking the transition from soft baby feet to rough teenage feet.
Calluses are pillows
catching your head after a long day.
Blisters are umbrellas of feet.

Feet
Supportive
Like a mother whose daughter is coping with her first heartbreak
The struts of a bridge, small and modest,
yet able to hold a structure
Sponges of dirt
Cushions of the leg
The body's medium of transportation
Feet are the brothers of hands.

Hands
Hands are mirrors of the self.
Rough, fragile, perfumed, dirty, cut.
Maps of who we are and where we've been
Lines directing the past and future,
creased memories
shape, touch, and form
painted nails,
soiled nails,
dull nails.

A handshake is a telescope,
It is the opening of a novel,
a stroke of the pages, an appetizer.

Hands are mirrors,
mere reflections of the actual.

Do not be deceived.
Mirrors can be obscured and distorted.
Hands are more the review than the novel.
It is best to read the novel first-hand.

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