Wednesday, October 12, 2016

My Mask

My mask
cleans up nice.
Guys talk rot to it,
and it talks back.

My mask 
goes to work,
spouts input,
yaps at clients.

get in my mask,
tell it we're a bitch.
My mask changes parking lots.

Let's sit here, mute as dummies you and I.
We'll watch our masks
more real than we have been in years.

for Words Count with Mama Zen.


TexWisGirl said...

too much of that in the world...

hedgewitch said...

Yeah, that one hits close to home. As always, Shay, you take a simple concept and make it ripple with nuance and meaning.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I think this probably hits many close to home--certainly it does me--more real than I wish, my mask

mac said...

Sometimes, I think my mask may be more liked than the wearer.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It occurs to me that it isn't till age has turned my face into a real mask.....Halloween, Anyone?.......that I don't give a damn and have no mask at all. Very freeing. Loved your poem. You really See!

Mr Puddy said...

I got whiskers, Pretty sure I don't need mask =^x^=

Sioux said...

One of my favorite lines:

"Guys talk rot to it, and it talks back."

Mama Zen said...

That third stanza really gets me. I love this, Shay.