You have two faces
that you neatly turn one
way or the other–one fitted
with smiles, so caring and mild,
and the other drawn in lemon sour.
I see both, and to me the sour turns,
but others see the sunny side and
never suspect that the other resides–
never see through to the after time,
when all have gone away, and its
me that’s left to see this nether mask.