Thursday, April 27, 2006

for the mask

caught you stomping
feet bare on red tiles
feel of ooze between
toes where the mask
crumbled and ran with
hatred and joy while
the sparrows flew
circled your head
penitentes heard the
commotion the
breakage and knocked
you stared at the floor
in broken pieces
timelessness in your throat
warm taos wind
snuck in painting
your hair jumping in
the sports car
stepping on the highway
checking the glove box
for the mask

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