Last night I met a trophy hunter / who admired my slender fingers – / he held my left hand up to the light / and praised the pretty white skin / on my palm and let me flare my fingers / out like the antlers of a stag – he took my wrist / and I didn’t insist on a phone number – / I gave him mi...

It won't help if I tell you this but it might. / I was making this mask for the children. / I was holding the white face in my hand, / its underside around my palm. / I was painting it. / It was not at all frightening. / But as I was doing it I was thinking, / This is interesting. / This is ...