white masks

Watch as I paint scars across my faces
all of them, white masks, waiting to be filled
watch as I paint her lips red, hers orange, hers blue
I’ll close all their eyes with newspaper
then poke them through again
pushing my thumbs through the almond shaped holes
I’ll wear these faces up on stage,
brilliant lights, hot as desert sun,
cast upon my bare arms, heaving chest
burning up, rosy cheeks softly hidden
my face of fury, my mask of sorrow,
they’ll all conceal, they’ll all reveal
they’ll paint scars and wipe them out again
I’ll dance, my face hidden, feet tapping across the stage.


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