Masquerade
written by: Anna Banasiak
I’m leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone’s invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I’m leaving
to start playing
in the new mask
I'm a poet, literary critic and occupational therapist. My poems have been published in New York, London, Surrey, Australia, Canada, India, Africa, Japan, Israel. I'm interested in art and psychology.
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