Why do so many people disguise themselves with masks or clothes or words
when what they want is simply to be seen, out amongst the crowds they linger where once their lives stretched onwards.
Paint your face & you may well disappear.
Those books about the past are more about ourselves than anything, like a way for us to review & renew our world, what’s passed.
Let us call this spinning; an ongoing process.
The drums come in, rattle walls / & intoxicate we will dance / we will come / we will become made whole in rain / flashing blue & white lights cool ground / adorned / ring them bells all night.
People to people / bohemia is between us.
Frank G. Karioris (he/they/him/them) is a writer and educator based in Pittsburgh whose writing addresses issues of friendship, masculinity, and gender. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, Maudlin House, Sooth Swarm Journal, and Crêpe & Penn amongst others. They are a regular contributor to Headline Poetry & Press.