Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, In need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware,... Keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whose denizens can turn upon the world With spitting tongue, an odor, talon, claw,... To sting or soil benevolence, alien As our clumsy traps, our random scatter of shot. She swept to the kitchen. Turning on the tap, She washed and washed the pity from her hands.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »