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Poem by Alex Creece // Photograph by Olivia Dileo


do you want me to tell you
that my face is masked in an adulthood I can’t scrape away
that I have an eternal weariness
worn as my mother’s quiet but unshakeable resolve
flaws that are unhidden, buttoned unevenly beneath a vest
while my elbows freeze from being seen
with #nomakeup, but not in the glamorous way
insecurities pleated to half their size
which crinkle and wrinkle when I don’t iron them neatly away
and zips that burst like sausage casings
in an eruption of dull, dull innards
or shall I just say I’m wearing trackpants that look like windows ’98?


Alex Creece

Alex Creece is an abstract concept in thigh-high socks. She is a necessary evil. Don’t bother looking for the body, but feel free to look for more of her work here.

Olivia Dileo

Olivia Dileo is 17 and lives near Rome, Italy. She recently started to be fascinated by photography; she loves the fact that sentiments are stuck inside photographs. Check out her work here.

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