masks

Masks

You see a
woman
well-groomed
& laughing
with a
drink in
her hand
at a
fast-paced
dance venue
& then
you see her
again on
your way
home a
little ways
down an
alley,
leaning against
a brick wall,
smoking with
tears in
her eyes.

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