still life with Kabuki

still life with Kabuki

today is a chill stare.

pages are my mirror--
fun house (yet i do not laugh)--
a destorted version of me
to be sorted by factory workers in China
for seven cents an hour.

my mask is ceremic blue
with eyeholes wide enough
to see the past.
cheeks flecked with snowflakes
that cannot melt
even in summer.