(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

a peculiar idea

dedicated to Lev Vasilenko

'you should have seen his face,'
i tell L,
'it was hilarious,
the guy's a master
of facial expressions'

'uh-huh,' says L,
barely nodding

we keep walking
along the frozen street
surrounded by
the winter afternoon silence

then,
i remember the
discussion we had had
this morning,
the one about hijabs

'what if,' i begin,
'all of us
wore masks?

'in the morning
you'd just choose
one with a smile or
or a frown or
an angry pissed off face
and you'd wear it
for the rest of the day --

'you could always just pick
the most convenient mood,
regardless
of how you actually feel.'

L shakes his head,
'people already wear masks.'