a riddling of colours and flying
geese in unsuspecting Toronto
there’s a horde of walkers with
maimed crooked gait, walking
towards a shelf of madness
a sheath of unwrinkled manila cards
folded twice into
creamy custard yellow of pastel panjabi
resting on this damp, darkened red duvet
— the embarrassment that forces me!
to wash this out with my own hands
out with the damned spots, like Lady Macbeth
but laughing with love and memories
— I can see the outstretched mirror,
where I stand a foot in, a selfie with him
“for us” only and click
that led us here to this picture
this moment, the giant glittering spotlight and
now
Cancún, Mexico artwork: @creaberto 07.29.15
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