“Everything is going to be OK,” and other lies you hear from the medic…

We put them on after we rise
Every morning so we go
The faces that we show the world
That we think they need to see.
The happy face
The mourning face
The reassuring face
The disturbed face
The face that woos another’s heart
And the one that woos their loins
We put our faces on in parts
And lose the whole ourself.
The friendly face
The open face
The face we show the boss
The, “don’t worry mommy, it’s ok,” face
And the one we show the men-
Right before they die.

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