Monday, April 13, 2009

NaPoWriMo #10

The timing was off but I agreed
anyway. I didn't agree exactly
but I faced the wall as you 
indicated. My face is in
the process of shifting.
I'm not talking about a mask
but a different face under
my face, healing and pushing
the surface face off like a scab.
There was a picture of this
in an old book depicting
foreign film stills. The woman
wore a veil and the face below
was ancient and smooth, faraway,
still. I will stay here until
my process is over. I am 
weakened, fallow, and yet
dust might be born from me.

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