Mask

A face's greatest mile  
Masking tape in a creamy plaster  
Ravels like stems of aster  

          An obtuse angle painted among petals  
          A large, thick blade of ink  
          Swirls through the crevices, crumbles  

                    Swollen cylinder of ravishing cheeks  
                    Blue can be yellow with a tight-fitted sheet  
                    Tucking the corners, cover the roots

                              Ginger is stronger than a bitter sting  
                              Frowns can be smiles   
                              With enough shimmer  

Put on the hat, in the forward style
You're never fully depressed
Without a smile