Her Masks

Mike Bell/ August 27, 2020/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Those scattered face masks
spread a dispersed smile – a
toss of grimace – a loss of lip-
readings – a momentary kiss
& then discarded – spite & all
those ill lies [covered up until
it suits her to undress in front
of a stranger’s leer] We won’t
[we will] share her filtered air
& hope that no infection rate
is rising where she has been/

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