Under the mask…

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Under the mask...

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  • oceansky

    We grew like the weeds under my old hut, creeping towards the roof, sprouting heart shaped leaves and wood remarkably solid. We found each other, we recognized each other, I saw my face in your face, two naked faces wandering on a dirt road in the beginning of spring. I was just remembering how to live in my body. You were crying after building an alter for the ancestors at a place that some say is haunted. You felt the lonely lost spirits and were filled with grief. “I shouldn’t have done this alone,” you said. I stayed with you that night, the first of many. The people I’ve met without masks have been many, you are many and I see so many faces in you.

  • Under the mask I wear or you wear or we take off and leave like drunken flowers at the side of the road, a face not yet exposed to sunlight, the texture of a hydrangea petal before its edges go brown. I want to put my index finger there, see if I can sense the echo of birth and the bright sky that we fell from, sunlight skimming over the tree canopy as we slid down into the heavy atmosphere of earth, masks forming as we fell, like angels growing lobster shells.