In this photograph, if it were
a photograph, I am a half-formed
smudge in the lower left hand
corner. The room encompassed
moves askew toward a darkened
point of view despite the flash
reflected in a mirror vaguely
fixed in the background blurring
most of the center right with light
splayed like a stock knife thrust
toward the heart. You are there
as well, somewhere, laughing
against the onslaught of it all.
(May 19, 2015)
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