POETRY: Face Time

I am so tired
of masks.                Of wondering
what is underneath
yours, what you really
mean                because I can’t read
your face, see your smile,
hear what you are saying
without an extra layer                distorting
what I am able to comprehend.                I miss
reading lips                I’m afraid
what I’m not hearing                what you’re not
saying                and truly,
aren’t we all
gagging?                When we
unmask,                what
will be left?
What will be
right?                Who
will we be?