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Villanelle

I think I’ll melt my mask and set me free
and let my brain run loose to spurt and stray
Perhaps the world will choose to censor me.

I’ll drink my wine from crispy cups of tea
and sleep in rocking rainbows night and day
I think I’ll melt my mask and set me free.

I’ll eat an onion dressed in bumblebee
dance naked down a church’s aisle in May
Perhaps the world will choose to censor me.

I feel that God will giggle loud with glee
He too is tired of my patterned way
I think I’ll melt my mask and set me free.

I’ll shred each euphemism that I see
And slice the earth wide open while I pray
Perhaps the world will choose to censor me.

I know that I have found the master key
My ice blue brain has thawed and dripped away
I think I’ll melt my mask and set me free
Perhaps the world will choose to censor me.

        Mildred Cavallo