A Few Lines
In the operating room
I know exactly who I am
And what I’m supposed to be doing
Outside the hospital I pretend
To be a person who knows who he is
And the role he was selected to perform
In the former, I wear a mask because I must
For the latter, I wear one to hide
You can go your whole life like that
I wonder
If there is a place halfway
Between this knowing and not knowing
Every poem I write is a compromise—
The mask comes off
But only for a few lines
6/16/26
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