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There's a sign outside the window
of the room where I get my tea:
Coming Soon

I am wearing my poker face
when I hear the news:
I smile and nod,
but keep my feelings safe
from prying eyes.

It's all a charade, you know.
They don't just come,
but also go.
And so I don my mask,
paint my lips,
and style my hair.
Blend in.

There is Ginseng in my cup,
red ink on my hands.
Outside: blue screen of death.
This is my day, writ large.

And when the clock strikes
and it's all over
(tea and sly asides)
papers crumpled in bins
(do not shred)
I descend the staircase,
step by step.

Outside, my glasses fog
in summer's heat.

I am blind.

This was written for Sunday Scribblings 2.


Jae Rose said...

How misleading signs can be...i love the tumble down of revelations..the sadness...the things unsaid...is she blind..or not seen...maybe both...

August 10, 2014 at 4:11 AM
Old Egg said...

The camouflage of the mundane will hide you every time. Broad smiles, outlandish clothes, distinctive voices, petulant behavior will result in an accurate identikit. I like the parallel example of your glasses fogging causing you to be blind too.

August 10, 2014 at 5:38 AM
Unknown said...

I feel this too. Wonderfully well written. Thank you.

August 11, 2014 at 10:46 AM
Alice Audrey said...

The blue screen of death is haunting me right now, but I could use some camouflage. Am I really the only curly haired blonde in the country?

August 11, 2014 at 11:27 AM

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