Mask Me
You can hear me read this poem by clicking this link:
she skips and twirls
behind a Venetian casting
playing the part so well
learning of herself as she goes
but even this role dictates
so she exchanges one
mask gilded for another darker
and then finds her steps again
moments in she feels them
like fingers on her shoulders
a palm to the small of her back
your expectations
again confined in character
she longs to be loose of any reins
searches for a magic masquerade
that will hide her face and free her soul