This Text of Masks
We were all women
tossed about in a circle, some on chairs
and some with dare to flay upon the carpet,
less vulnerable perhaps with touch of floor
and place that seemed much closer to the door.
Each chose a mask to wear,
like lace across a table it made us bare,
with laugh and tears made from a mold
and anger whispered with a scream,
oh, the cold was bold.
We were women wearing masks that day,
to say for us the touch too much
had turned, the innocent to fall,
this text of masks recalls the loss of play.
And so we took these masks
like truth in spoon
and filled the plastic mouth with it
then spit it out into the room.
[This message has been edited by Martie (09-08-2002 10:55 AM).]