Jody's Notes
This poem, I realize, isn't as dark as it appears to be at first glance. After all, it's offering a way out. You might think: Oh of course, the author is making fun of the idea of being superficial. Of course, the author is suggesting that depth (of all sorts) pays off. But when I read this poem, it seems to me to simply be a warning, a piece of advice. A good piece of advice, come to think of it.
Should you look in a mirror,
tame the glass chameleon
with dim lights,
cosmetics,
and capped teeth.
Realize the two-dimensional life is best,
for even a little thought
will erode the forehead.
Should you take a bubblebath,
coo at how the bubbles
group in nests,
but overlook that they’re as bald
as baby skulls
and that they giggle when they pop.
Don’t notice that soap
however solid
is always on the way out.
Should you sit in a garden
marveling at the flowers,
be aware that surgery is sometimes called for:
the slash of light
that severs the shadow from us.
Flowers delight us
only when we see them from the neck up.
© 2002 Jody Azzouni