Sitting

Sitting
still
watching the sculptor
who watches me
and then works on my head

watching my head
emerge
not like me

Unlike?
Or Dislike?

I look at this
Dull clay thing
That is supposed to be me
And think
How hard
How cold
How bony

It is skull
Browbone
Nose and chin

He seeks to be true to me
And my alarm
Grows as he gets nearer
me

©Anthea Garman

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