One-Sided Game Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am removing
from the stand.
my dress better
is fitting me.

pull
with brush,
and I am finishing
the tragic making up.

high heel
and I am hiding,
wiped yesterday
heel

I am doing to the mirror
eyes.
are inspired
as saint.

and I have the lips
laced up,
and buttoned up
with lock.

smile to the face
number four.
I am putting on a mask,
and into the city.

I am going along the marching step
to the conversation.
two cows
are coming out, from the opposite

direction.

I have the lips
laced up,
and buttoned up
with lock.