The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

Mask

Nowhere eye into the body open

sesame because what do the undead

summon us from out of red ink

the merest trace never enough

colorful as the day must have been

a bedspread covers a multitude of flaws

what stung citron out of place was

because of what was said out of place

out of turn without being asked

half-shopped over and reassembled later

Understand nails need a manicure

she’s never done it but the sign was hypnotic

we walk towards the window and stop

conspiracy of tatoo through these fates

we are complete still I could change

my way just underneath many rivers

babble in the late but generous afternoon

dazzle sigh and the angels ripeness

won’t be pushed every desire burns an ancient

justice the heart even but perhaps art not

shape within versions I am I am not

some say name others baptized in sorrow

Mary-Marcia Casoly