The mirror clearly said msispilos
so I took it and smashed it repeatedly,
vehemently before shocked onlookers
until all I had left was a single splinter
of the handle in my hand.
And that – as they say – is that.
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: shrinking
Those two
at the roadside
never cease to yap
She the handsome one
and she the beauty
A warm bubble
about them
Foggy morning
light grey-gold
sweet syrups
of seduction
I do listen
(after all
they’re me)
They point me
to the parade
I decide what we do
as long as there’s just
us three
Though sometimes she joins
a ravishing mystic
in indigo silk
Little else underneath
she trumps the pack
this forest mist being
But we always see
eye to eye
We promise each other
a truer day
We four
we adore
© Chagall 2013
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