epiphany in candid poses of
bliss, his and her backs distract the focus
of themselves, her blurred reflection is his
further obstructed, bird’s eye views
black passage blocked entry eviction
dissolves, revolve a silent film, condemns
a misses at the stake, tears on screen
mirror on-screen tears: big-blue-almond eyes
disguise a prostitute, shall we humor some
photos? eleven pm undress dissolve
one thousand francs wait in the street for
the john premier Doom, room twenty-seven
entry reflects our exterior: dirty
soap and a stiff rag on the dresser—close
the sheer drapes, a pocket full of wrinkled
francs ,an insult makes her smile, behind his
back: peek-a-boo miss? she dances by herself:
a masquerade of bosoms bliss: ah the
epiphany, where it is suppose
to be? Once a body poses in silence
and the mind dances alone— both die, she
thinks she is going to close her storefront
vagina, instead a pelvis is traded
for postmortem mannerisms or?
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