The plaster pulls the skin
my colour, my moles
and careful make-up
from my face

Red
living flesh
looking eyes
expressive lips, my mouth
smiling at you

     And you scan my mask
     three-dimensionally, you hang
     a field of registration points
     on the red markings
     at my eyes, nose, and chin

     You trace back the dots
     to feelings, then you look
     at me, understandingly
     From the void
     of my eyes and mouth

     the black holes
     in the information
     I try to articulate
     what you can't see
     Still, they don't show anything