Mask

from Good Morning, Midnight by Becky Becky

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This isn’t my face. I wear a mask. I can take it off when I like and hang it up on a nail. This isn’t my name. These aren’t my streets. I’ve got no name, no face, no country. I wear a veil. I know all about him from his trousers and his shoes, the girls he likes and the drinks he buys and the way he brushes his hair, but I can’t see his face. He wears a mask. Does he take it off at night? What’s under there? He was reading music. I think it was Bach or Brahms. He said, “heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.” He took me to a place. I lay down on the floor. I saw a businessman eating glass. I saw ugly creatures singing, “you don’t like and I don’t like you.”