New departure

As a form of protest, I will stop writing in my own voice.

As a gesture toward reconciliation, I will begin writing in the voices of unnamed others.

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The eyes are cowries; they smile in the shape of a frown.

I saw myself in the lorry’s rearview mirror. I looked farther away than I was, half swallowed in the dust storm.

Hold me, I said to the mask. Keep us together.

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  1. Central American, is it?

    No, West African. Burkinabe, I think. I forget which ethnic group.

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  2. !!!

    This is a great poem.

    The eyes are cowries; they smile in the shape of a frown.

    False etymology, I’m sure, but have you noticed how much the chinese characters for eye and cowrie resemble each other?

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  3. I don’t think i ever learned the character for cowrie. If i had chinese characters enabled here on my ‘pooter, I’m sure I could look it up…

    Glad you liked the poem.

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  4. A beautiful poem and mask. I wanted to put a mask on too, and write from other voices, but we’re in midst of a heatwave, and all my masks have melted.

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  5. I hope the weather moderates for you soon. Our cold front just blew in today.

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  6. It’s a good time to write in other’s voices. I feel that too. And if I had a mask I might wear it.

    Thanks for expressing this Dave.

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  7. And if I had a mask I might wear it.

    It’s a tempting way to hide, isn’t it? Classier than wearing a t-shirt that proclaims, “Don’t blame me, I voted for X!”

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