A Porcelained Skin
A haggard aspect needs a tongue
as sharp as a rusty weapon, she said,
and I’m told I have both. Bragging rights.
She opened ritual jars. China cream
and porcelained bleach. Distorts the years
right off your face, she said, never mind
the old spoils of memory lost in some far
away place. Memories, pah, they return
like lost children, not diminished but
more like the opening of a warped door.
She fell a heap into her chair, all feeble
and wandering, and I never understood
why beauty needs bleach.
for Margo’s Tuesday Tryout – exploring the misperceptions of Chinese
beauty, which involves bleaching creams for a porcelain complexion.