Mask in Cape

i found daddy’s box of
party masks, behind cellar
clutter i so rarely stroll
ma’s blind broom

i brush dust off folks’
wedding registry requested
mirror never used and wonder if the
irony was lost on wedding
mirror gift giver,

i hold clay mask in precise way
that eclipses my freckles
and makes the knees
on my neck start
to buckle,

sorry, i don’t see what
you see daddy, this
aint no mask
for me.



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