This is called “Eight Plus Faces”

I like to think your hair
grew back out, and
cigarette smells sweet
and there’re
plenty of them
and we’ll all have
plenty of time

I’d reimagine a face
over and over until
somebody smiles and
it’s not so bad

I’m re-imagining faces that never got to grow old here, and trying to age them up with my drawing. I felt I needed the little poem to help capture the action of what I as the artist was doing. I started this thinking about Joe Biden being too old to hold onto his power, but it transitioned into a sort of a meditation on an uncle of mine, who was an artist himself, and who died too young.