Faces

A face is not a stranger’s face, 

which masks us and hides us

(or marks and divides us) in place; 

A face is on our lips, that lies to us-

(but this is not the face) of who we are.

The faces on our faces now distort us-

dour, they transport us ~ too far.

A face is a face is a face - never mind “us.”

And face this ~ we must. 

We must.