Lucy Strandlund
What will happen to all the masks in the world
when we don’t need them anymore?
Like that pretty blue one, the one with the delicate flowers?
Will you one day repurpose it as a patch on your jeans? Frame it to tell a story?
This one scratched my chin.
This one let fog bloom on my glasses.
This one tangled my hair.
This one is my favorite.
They hold their own intimate stories now,
these flimsy scraps standing between your breath and mine.
I hope some clever person stitches them all together into a quilt that stretches the whole earth
wide, reminding us of what we should have never forgotten:
That our lives are sewn together and we were never really apart.
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lucy, this is absolutely lovely. <3