the gap between my mouth and the mask is a universe worlds of difference the space between the epic and prosaic encompassed in a simple act of placement we recognise each other by our eyes searching out meaning in the aisles there's a spanish food promotion at lidl my masked nose nuzzling the tins of calamares the promise of a break from the norm in bright orange tins a splash of the future as the present eases its weight slowly on my easily breathing face it's a freedom sorted into a new neat category the relief of less expression I can read so much in your eyes and we recoil from the unmasked the man in shorts with the Red Hand tattoo ten tins of shandy there's fresh bread now it's a whole new subset of inadequacies another toolkit to riff through to measure peg and not say judge never say judge the highest order as ever a rewritten verbal agreement unspooling before our eyes which say everything as we wheel and spend through the ne...