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The universe births creatures
Unfolds them from the void.
Elisabeth pops towels and sheets
Clearly unwrinkled
From the dryer, driest
When cynical. Small gel tablets
Pass in four-way kiss
From under the tongue
Without the right of way.

If you can’t stand to see me this way
Then please, sit
Close your eyes, let down your hair
As I did you, more or less than you think
Therefore, philosophers say that you are
But we know better, best when shaken.

Who knew so many carats
Could assemble and still
Lack luster? My collection
Of ring fingers always points.
Just add light
Stir and arouse, but beware
Facets and edges.

Stars collapse under
Their fiction, covers ripped
Not for resale but bargain bins.
Just burn. Destiny has no children
Yet, stillborn nieces
Refuse to leave nana’s house
Fearful of starless nights.

May I call you Liz?
I prefer my satin rough
This evening clear as the day
After. My love for you
Is a gnawing sorrow
That’s near chewed through
But nothing that plaster
Can’t mend.

© Chagall 2014