Costumes

We were striving to live the lives of others
We polished them with spit
We gave them a middle parting
And then, splash into them
As in a pool that's too shallow
From where, mind you, cracked skulls
Broken bones, crooked mouths
Eyes askew
But we, no and no!
We pulled on the diving suit
Of life, over it all
We closed the zipper
And we seemed like ourselves.
We were happy! Because that's how the suit was
With the corners of the mouth painted upwards.
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Anca Stanciu