Ingmar's Wart

Perfection
Is being able to hide your flaws when the whole world
Is looking.  It's as close as we get, the film noire shadow
The hair light on the exquisitely wind-blown curl.
I have walked with monsters like Ingmar, the gods of theatre who make
Or break you because they can, because they are bored with the fake
But have lost the authentic or because you naively mistook their wart
For a beauty mark.