Uno Nessuno e Centomila

My nose sticks out
Bends slightly
To the left

So my wife says

When I look in the mirror
I cannot see. It is not my nose,
Not even my best pose

My wife laughs and combs her hair
It’s slipped, she says. That’s right,
I say. Gone off to market. My wife
Does not understand. It is not my nose,
Not even my best pose

Now when I look in the mirror,
My nose begins to flatten
Into an old man
Plugging the ring of Saturn