Why I Should Never Go to the Mall

What are you trying to hide?

is the million-dollar question

posed by the Dead Sea Salts Guy

in the middle-of-the-mall kiosk

as he has emollient cream to fix

every 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 promise

of youthful vibrancy and tightness

following 6 to 8 weeks of daily use.

He even notes my chewed fingernails

You must stop biting. As if I didn’t

know. As if over years and with less

jowl elasticity one becomes saggier

of mind and social understanding.

I can’t help but wonder if Dead Sea

Salts Guy would sell more creams with

Look at you, absolutely perfect. Gorgeous!

NaPoWriMo Day 18! Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.