Mask

Mask

 

I wear this face on Saturdays:

me, nonchalant, swiftly scrawled.

My lovers search between the lines.

They will not find me.

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 I tilt my face on Sunday:

me, devastatingly unmasked.

My lovers unravel my eyes and lips.

And still they do not find me.

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