Daily Archives: February 21, 2007

You must read this, and watch the video…

Masks for Facial Disfigurement Department

Compassion and horror. Thank God they so often go hand in hand.

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there was a hole
in my face. they laid
copper on me
and made me again.

before she painted me
back to fullness, she touched
my blasted cheek and
learned me.

i will not move my lips again.
i will not smile. no one will turn away
until i get close enough to let them see
i will not smile or move for them.

she laid a hand upon me
where no one can see but me,
looking in the mirror for what is gone.
i will not move my face again

for the people in the street,
but there are days
when i think of her when i am alone
and i swear the metal bends a bit.


Y’know, life just keeps getting crappier and crappier. I’d like to start this month over.

Whenever I feel this way, I know that people like to call, see how I’m doing, try to cheer me up, etc.

I don’t work that way, folks. I become quiet and introspective, and shake myself out of things my way.

This is a hard time. I’m fine. Thanks for understanding.