We are not symmetrical, heart to the left, appendix off centre, and you will see one of my ears, if you look closely, is unlike, and my hair falls more one way and will not be retrained. We are not spheres, nor billiard balls, and mirrors must not be trusted. We are programmed, they tell us, to assess each other’s faces half by half, and if one certain half is beautiful, then so’s the whole, especially women to men. O evolution, you look at us sideways, slant. Is my half-face, the face I turn to you, why you say you love me? Or, would it be true with your eyes shut, my eyes shut too?
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Formerly a science journalist, Tania Hershman is now a poet, teacher, a…
