If you asked me how wide my nose is
I couldn’t tell you. If you asked me
whether it is wider or more narrow
than this person’s or that one’s,
unless the compareil possessed
a schnozz of significant girth
or noteworthy diminution,
I wouldn’t be able to say.
I know your nose is not the same as mine,
but I like it that way. I know your skin
is fairer, your chin more rigid and defined.
I know your eyes have more luster and life.
Nothing I see in you reminds me of me,
but rather of how I’d like to be.
© by Scott Owens.
Used with the author’s permission.