Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight)

If only you saw they loved the smoke.

Know it were the shapes frolicking space

forming air they cheerfully choke on,

take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them

swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror

mist this muse with thick saliva

so together they can press lips.

in the dusk where ignorance is shade,

the same as she and he did.

[2020]

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Fri 29th May 2020 22:14

Long days... The shadow never leaves your side even in the bath even in the dark.

and the clipboard and scratchy pen commenting on daily life for 28 days

eye-watering

Po

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