The mouth says nothing
Insipid, tame creature
Smiling apologies all day
The ears are useless
Superfluous ornaments
They can’t even shield
No we are every emotion
Every intrusive thought under lids
like the flicking of a cat’s tail, peaceful or livid, look and learn
We are a blink from crying
The windows to this soul
stare into us then glance away
We read a fairy tale
Where a princess could
Trade faces, live in another skin
Some days behind her desk
Or over the sink
Or in bed
We think of other eyes
And the relief of other views
Rolling before us
But mostly we fantasize
Of this moment
Writing late at night alone
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