Three-in-one sonic beauty device
Alyssa Perry
I'm made unbidden      a present of not
"supersonic"     as I texted Cox      though if I apply
to my cheek   its soft bristle brush
its bristles in circles around     circles      if I circle
the face    if I endeavor to massage      transparent its meadow
decorous its purely decorative meadow
extract yellow-gold budded bouquets of oil
and instructions     also music     play through
the scouring brush     head what
should I call these concentric buffs      that buffer
"Party for One" into play     but super
-fluous    the body forgotten again      this device
called "clarisonic"       echolocative promise     a clearance
this living face     won't get     eventuality yet like        the cloud
catching no light in its passage      to dirt      the cloud
wherein repeat selfies hover      undealt-with
above      catching no dust       immaterial at $2.99
a month     a small fund seeding     the community-
supported server farm      atop thigh bones

The screen crisscrosses out      a spire of rainbow
cast through the window        the outlines
notice the waters rise      the rain gone
the reflective surface     need not pause—    a nimbus
of images singing      O of me      have I tried
to withhold judgment     re beauty      but a truer form
of discernment     divests from the reckless
holdings on of a past       where I was severally
clocked in the glass room looking at      the bronze
bas-relief of three goddesses    before Paris
I could not distinguish      between the three
posing      one of a trio        of jokes
the first goes      Renoir: I don't either     another whether
or not     trained to ground     can you distinguish
between clouds?      all the same say you are
asked to    select from among
power conquest love     you decide
on love     you want to call it      love
turns out     the opening     of another front

For your options      try to tell them apart
try to tell     which one you are
or take cover           in presentiment
clear the future    of heaven is      immaterial
as ever caught up in     the question of    vantage &
whether you are    whether you aren't
the future of heaven     though without ground
would like to get out      of the clouds    to fulfill
some form    to abandon     try to     find in this
a trinity     let clarisonic's virtue     the cloud
stand in for a clear sound     say beauty clouds
the devices      the cloud-devised
beauty     or Beauty devising the cloud     in me
a cover      a three-to-one     I flow through
the connection between       the face circling
the clearing     total occluding
the dissipate nimbus     the sound of
which surfacing
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