The Masked Ball

I’ve been inventing a new type of authenticity

Where we pretend to be no one at all

A Masked ball with no faces

An orgy with no genders

We’ll castrate ourselves

So no one will be offended

Speak in binary

You’re a one

And I’m a zero

Sing in bird song

And eat noodles

With a straw

Oh I can’t wait to see

Who we’ll be

When we’re no one at all.

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