Half-Smiling Man

Ansel Guarneros
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Photo by Jurica Koletić on Unsplash

When she left,
she cut my smile by half
and kept a piece for herself.

Now,
anyone who sees me
points at my face with a finger
and says that I am the half-smiling man.

Most of them laugh at me
and others feel sorry,
but very few come to ask me if I’m fine.

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Ansel Guarneros

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Writer of poetry and short stories. My work has appeared in literary journals in Mexico, Venezuela, and Spain. Find my book Hello, Cactus on Amazon!

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