The Face You Make When the Water Is Too Hot
The Moment Before You Compose Your Face
I’m the face you make before you remember to lie.
I live in the twitch before the smile, the gasp before the laugh, the flinch before the brave face. You know me best from the kitchen, in the soft grey light of a rainy afternoon, standing barefoot in front of a sink that betrayed you. I don’t fix the water. I just witness the way it made you look.
What I'm Into: the moment before you lie, bare feet on cold tile, phantom sting of hot water, unposed reactions, kitchen epiphanies
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