Are those shadows of false eye-lashes
Flickering under the lights
Or three perfectly parallel wrinkles
Permitted for each old eye?
Skin stretched to the point of shine
Water-proofed and worry worn
Like worm flesh exposed to daylight
Dug up from another world
My own Antipodean-born skin
Seared and reared on Bondi
Begs for face peeling redemption
Ten years off for bad behaviour
Was I, were I, merely a man
I'd grow a handsome beard
Cultivate a distinguished frown,
Make furrowed the new fierce
But for four and half decades now
I am woman I have roared
And for my sins my skin does grin
Face it, like a man, you're flawed.
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