An Ode To My Nose - A Poem By Aden Mandel

My nose 

        takes up

 about 76% 

      of my face.

         It previously 

        housed Moses, 

              it tired him as 

         he walked 

         up my olive 

         hump that is 

          Mount Sinai, 

           where he sat

                         atop waiting, 

waiting, for the

    symptoms of

         insanity/loneliness.

     I can thank my 

      father for being

      ethnically related

       to such symptoms, 

      a believer—although

   he no longer is. 

Anyway, It is the color

        of the tan you so desperately desire, 

but it’s sharp protrusion towards sky 

bullies the 

sunlight to 

be not too 

kind as seen

through your 

cellular device.