Faces etc

why are faces always beautiful? they can be
tanned creased dark graced bulbous Sino
Indoeuropean Asian greasy flanked by brown language
arranged like strange lids or Chinese
vegetables the Orient sinking in sinking
in sometimes a sink like a stink
under my skin sometimes through my nose like ahhh
choooo says the train says the whistle
says the bundle
says the white Chinatown noise the hunger
the thirst of danger this thirst for power
this hunger gradient this grand switch
these bald Lebanese women grabbing for things
(Is this something you've seen? Perhaps.)
Complete honesty. Gets inbetween the layers
of sediment in the memories of the clam bake
or the minutes spent waiting in line for fresh
vegetables on Eldridge Street, when there are other
in-every-visible-way identical vegetable stands
ones seemingly exactly the same, same
cucumbers, same mashed / un-mashed melons, same
brown skin fanning flies off the plums, same muted
rebellion or pride or something like being haunted
something like just living selling the ordinary
selling the handbag, or the curtain, the
hidden-behind-glass items for retail
in the nearby shops ... shops like people
offering
slim silver cropped doorhandles, for example.