At 12 There is No
Mask
He was grinning -
sans mask -
in a photo with
friends at 12.
He is laughing like
a boy
of the earth and sky
no reticence no
albatross on
his back.
No bills
hurt, lies
no cynicism
yet.
No one has
taught him
to shield
who he is.
It hasn’t occurred to him
yet.
Here in this moment is just light
air of
serotonin joy
atoms floating
in
time and place
in that photo
at 12.
---
At 13,
the photo
is posed.
He decides where
to take it;
what he will wear
now
who he will choose
to be seen
with.
He constructs
his own Brand.
Who put that
first seed of,
‘You’re not good
enough’
into his guarded™
eyes?
Soiled his
free mind-of-possibilities
with judgments
yet to be weighed upon
this guise?
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