Bitter And Sweet

I have a face like a rotten apple.
Retracted.
The fullness of my lips tucked into themselves,
                              stopping up some ghetto explosion
                              and loud, lower class laughter
                              lunging forth on
                             delicate ears
                             around
                             me.
My eyes are stars
pulling into themselves
'till I become
invisible.

But my chin
and my shoulders
can't help being seen
                            'cuz they carry me.