Puffy (10/21)
Your eyes are wounded - I would balm over your pains -
In the mirror your face watches - a ritual - I take your hands and run
them under cold water - I clean the cuts
The reflection studies the process - a surgeon inside yourself
My reflection also - writing it down
The four of us wrap the room in walls
Later I paint your portrait as you watch re-runs of the Golden Girls - it takes a lot of
effort to think of you nude and smiling
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