the expensive cream, please

tissue on the bridge
of my nose- it glows
a beacon
like an unfortunate
zit or wart
a bullseye
on this bitter visage
leads

          to buying
a cream to mislodge
what took stitches
to hold closed
what was once
a third eye
that blinked
when i blinked
and winked
when i grimaced

the lotion itself
said to erase scars
young and old
and any creases
or wrinkles
filling in all cracks

my left thumb
and fore-finger
await the glob
from my right
these two digits
day and night
rub and rub
and rub
this bright bump
for

      two weeks now
the top of my nose
still shining
as atop a lighthouse
beckoning all to
safety.  yay...

and imagine my chagrin
as i see my
thumb and finger
no longer have
any prints!