The plaster pulls the skin
my colour, my moles
and careful make-up
from my face
Red
living flesh
looking eyes
expressive lips, my mouth
smiling at you
And you scan my mask
three-dimensionally, you hang
a field of registration points
on the red markings
at my eyes, nose, and chin
You trace back the dots
to feelings, then you look
at me, understandingly
From the void
of my eyes and mouth
the black holes
in the information
I try to articulate
what you can't see
Still, they don't show anything