A chum was in the costume business
            So I got to asking him
            How he constructed masks
            The kind, I added, that looked real
            Start with a mannequin, he said
            We did
            Before you knew it
            I was ready for the paste and paints
            How thick? I queried
            You’re the judge, my mate replied
            I laid it on and finished touching up
            And fixed the piece in place
            As if just one false move might
            Set off a trap
            Or bomb
            Stepping back
            I couldn’t fathom
            How it came to seem
            So much like me


            Emanuel E. García, Sinking In, One Hundred Poems2013