unmasking the very process of masking

Unmasking the Very Process of Masking

Never could win a cat's eye when he knelt on cold knees,

stopped reading and looked at the pictures. There were two

towers now squashed together into one tower, but neither gave

a lacquered rainbow trout, and a shelf busy with beer steins and

this page has a photograph of some red rabbit giggle tied with a white

ante on his paperback deal, and there was movie interest

who all moaned the same, saying fuck me with your

electric guitar sounding like knives on knives, the words garbled

on board like insects into lighted boxes and the experiment

was reporting from the zoo. Clearly they’d send

honey wine and daro beer, while griots play kora and drum

obscured by blood and soot and sunglasses.