Masks part four

Posted by Fabio on April 24, 2012, 3:01 p.m.

It would be impossible for me to find out the identity of the other maskless citizen in the forest as long as I was inside the village–everyone always had one on. All I had to point me to them was those deep, piercing blue eyes. What were they doing in …

Masks part three

Posted by Fabio on April 23, 2012, 1:49 p.m.

That night I lay restless in my bed, tossing and turning, feeling the cloth of my pillow against my bare face. I plucked my skin and rubbed my eyes. I was finally free. I wondered if people would even recognize me without my mask. Now that my brother and I …

Masks part two

Posted by Fabio on April 22, 2012, 2:53 p.m.

We finish our dinner in silence and our mother sends my brother and I to our bedroom without a word. That was the first time I had ever asked about our masks. Before today I had never thought of what it would be like if I didn’t have to wear …

Masks

Posted by Fabio on April 21, 2012, 9:52 p.m.

Masks part one

Ten thousand tired evergreens surround me in a circle. I reach my hand up, gripping the scaly surface of the branch and pull. Dozens of green needles dance around me, tickling my skin and sliding off my mask. I wonder what they feel like on my face. …

Atomic number 6

Posted by Fabio on April 16, 2012, 10:37 p.m.

We’re all walking in a straight line

So we all finish up where we began

Secretly I believe my atoms are mine

Hang onto these bits of me as long as I can

Read a science book and now I’m aware

That each and every carbon bit

Is only me …

You sure can sing

Posted by Fabio on March 28, 2012, 3:34 p.m.

You sure can sing

Never could write a sweet sounding thing

But damn Caroline you sure can sing

Pluck on me like that sweet guitar

And pick me out the crowd, my little rock star

Please please play me all throughout the night

No one else here, no need for …

Early retirement

Posted by Fabio on March 26, 2012, 1:09 a.m.

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Postcard in the mail today. From mom and dad. “Wish you were here! From the sunny beaches of the Bahamas!â€? Bubbly, yellow and baby blue lettering. Quarter-inch white border around the edge. That old stock photograph of two palm trees and a white, sandy beach. Classic. On the back, …

This time I come with a video.

Posted by Fabio on March 21, 2012, 9:39 a.m.

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A speck of dust

It seems to me as though

Nearly every soul I know

Has but only one concern.

Nobody wants to speak in turn—

Rather sit and smile and nod and stare,

Only waiting for their chance to share.

Most are dying to display

That …

Sick of me yet?

Posted by Fabio on March 16, 2012, 3:45 p.m.

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Smile for the camera

I’m looking at this old photograph of you and I

And I’m trying to picture

Trying to picture what things would be like, I mean

If we could stay in this frame right here

And stay seventeen

They say that nothing lasts forever

So I …

Weird couple of days.

Posted by Fabio on March 11, 2012, 12:15 a.m.

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And then I woke up

Before this memory of a fake fades: last night you were in my dreams. We were sitting down somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. My arm was wrapped around you, your head rested on my shoulder. Wind from nowhere at our backs, you look at me.

“I …