Lucy Made a Mask in Rehab

In some great fury the hollows shaped
Where eyes would have been, then the mouth
So one could see everything

By what was missing. She worked in the hurry
Of how a bell would soon ring, the session
End. To make the form as if it was

To be the last, left behind, hung up on the wall,
Done. To look through to the other side, to abide
What happens, and also does not happen;

Somewhere to live while waiting. This time
She did not come back. The longed-for
Never finds us, never beauty; instead how to move

Toward revelation and keep unstartled
Enough to remain. How to want to want to stay.