Beauty is…

by Collin Morrow

In my stretch marks.

In my 8 cavities.

Slowly processed, and grown out from the top of my head.

Is what I eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

In a crooked smile.

In the first heartbeat.

My mother.

Found in everyone/everything.

Squeezed from a paint tube and then strategically placed on a canvas.

In a Yahtzee.

In live music.

A companion.

A translation of you, and me.

What makes this God forsaken place so wonderful.


Beauty is Collin Morrow.

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Posted: August 28, 2013


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