Monday, February 25, 2008

dust from the mirror by sean s

after Dust in her... by JKD

The sky clattering like dropped coins in a box,
a labyrinth with walls of mirror, doors visible only where

you cannot see yourself. rice paper steps, dancefloor
tattoos, knuckles' perfume on a glass jaw,

an arm's-length ballet. your black reflection in the wall,
or the shadow of a lover, a slipped skeleton.

a fluttering, guttering wick. a passageway indexed,
dead end, turn around. go back. go.

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