her disguise
is her work.
her mask,
the dress she
puts on
is a costume
to get her
across
the hard stage.
in the evening
when the grease
paint
is peeled
off, when the hair
is let down,
the curtain closed,
she's unsure
of everything
and everyone.
she doesn't know
what her next
line should be.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
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