The Mask

Medford OR

Description

I hadn’t realized how many pictures of him I took in my head until after I stopped seeing him around. They played in a fast paced video montage in the back of my head. As I was working, as I was running errands, as I was saying thank you to the grocery clerk, as I felt the wind through my fingers in evening rides to nowhere. And I knew that I was in love or obsessed with him in some form or another. As a friend, or desired lover I wasn’t quite yet sure. Even his body alone could be aligned with the perfect drawing of the male anatomy. And here I was obsessing over the design. Could anyone see me? Could anyone see what I’ve been hiding. No; they never can.