His reflection consumed her and
she let it…
Tilting her own views
the better to show him off
–his good side.
> a fleeting beauty, at best <
she draped his X-factor
with incidental wool that
enveloped her frame by the bolt.
She even nailed herself to a Wall that
reflected this perception from a distance,
(a fox from far away)
a degree of separation,
frozen in cornered gloom yet reflecting.
‘Wished open Windows
–that let in weather, as much as light–
would snap blinds and
part curtains
(A little Windex wouldn’t hurt, either)
> a smoke <
He liked shadows better.
Without sheep’s eyes…
where make-up tricks go unnoticed
& fragile planes & edges
stay obscured.
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