Wrinkles

My mother advised me,
“Stop raising your eyebrows so much
when you speak. It looks weird and
you'll have huge forehead wrinkles
when you're older.”
Mom, when I grow old, I want a vast sea
of wrinkle waves upon my forehead
from conversing with friends and loved ones
I want sagging bags filled to the brim
with surprise and fascination below
my widened eyes
I want deep trenches at the corners of
my lips
from smiling all the time
I want tattoos –
natural ones!
I want neither a plastic surgeon nor
cosmetician to lay a nip tuck or Botox
or anti-aging agent upon my
distinguished countenance
I want the most wrinkled, creased,
folded-over facade
in the cursed Laundromat of purgatory,
but behind it
the happiest, most enlightened soul,
canceling my appointment with the
dermatologist.