Masking a gift


We paint ourselves

Every morning just past dusk

Brushes aroused from their shelves

Spritzing florals and musk


Cheeks dusted to look like roses

Noses powdered to a matte   

Shadows at attention in their rows

Ready to line our eyes black 


Proking and prodding and tweezing

Peach fuzz and fly-aways 

Waxing, red, beaming

Another reflection awaits


Preparation and crafting only to create uniformity

We change our greatest gift of all


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