Dorothea Lasky / Thom Donovan
from Deadpan

Under a mask or some

blanket of substance that

 

face full of violence bursts

I am not really sure

 

what this means to see

things two women kissing

 

one young the other

old an enormous flag

 

wraps around itself the

wind curls like spirit

 

gives head behind a veil

of hair none can see

 

heaven through just the

colorlessness of our crying