What are you trying to hide?is the million-dollar questionposed by the Dead Sea Salts Guyin the middle-of-the-mall kioskas he has emollient cream to fixevery clumsily concealed shame.He notes my pink-ruddy cheeks,dry patches on my eyelids,dark circles, lines around my eyes,laugh lines, blemishes, crepey skin,everything aging with the promiseof youthful vibrancy and tightnessfollowing 6 to 8 weeks of daily use.He even notes my chewed fingernailsYou must stop biting. As if I didn’tknow. As if over years and with lessjowl elasticity one becomes saggierof mind and social understanding.I can’t help but wonder if Dead SeaSalts Guy would sell more creams withLook at you, absolutely perfect. Gorgeous!
NaPoWriMo Day 18! Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.