She moves into the shadow where the bed
has seemed to end. A white flash in the mirror
lights the room for a second, I have absorbed
the alcohol in the drinks. She is the error
that affects the operating system, now she spreads
her legs ludicrously. See the white light conquer
her body? See the necklace with its hanging beads
adorn her breast? See the colors of her closet
assemble themselves! I grab a single thread
of her shirt, she holds herself inside the corset
like flowers in a vase. My hands have grabbed
at thighs, at light and shape, I have upset
the balance of the natural world. Her limbs
are language as they move above the bed.
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