The Mask Maker
After the mask was carved
Had been oiled and sanded
And attached with glue
To expectant skin
You admired the craft work
The way ash transitioned
To white oak frame
Said the ridges were too smooth
To be an imitation
But when I didn't need it for you
And spent weeks dissolving glue until
The illusion dispersed like sawdust
You said you preferred the mask
That the inlaid emotion
expressed in wood
Did not translate well
To skin
You were gone soon after
So I cut a length of sequoia and
Chiseled and oiled and sanded
A sturdier complexion.
- C L Rothwell
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