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.