Masks, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

"We all wear masks"
but it makes us week,
she said.
She slipped into bed
and hid her head
under the covers.
Makes her feel safe and
holds the borders
of conventional dreams in place.
She said she hates
to play the game,
but she dances in the ways
she's been taught.
Can't help unintentional fraud
if it seems to suit
each delicate situation.
They can steal a kiss,
but can't have the whole package.
"We all wear masks"
but it alienates us.
Instead, she said,
we'll wash off our clothes
and dip our toes in the sea.
Watch how much it changes me.
Posted: 2012-01-05 22:33:34 UTC

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