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Fake Mustache, Nose, and Glasses
They see the mask as ostentatious irony,
comical in just how little it actually disguises,
and they don’t even recognize how it was made,
the materials it uses.
After they finished beating us at the protests,
we stole their batons and melted them down
to form the frames of our lensless glasses.
When the adhesives their spies hid
in the mailboxes exploded, those of us
who survived gathered what rubber remained
into noses. And the mustache
tied to the nose? No special
origin story there. Just plastic
in a black zig-zagging pattern,
the shadowy counterpart
to a jack-o-lantern’s smile,
a canopy to the pumpkin’s grin
so strong that onlookers passing by
see only vague candlelight trembling.
So, too, does the mustache hide
our knowing, mocking grins.