She took the idea from him, he took it from

She took the idea from him, he took it from
her old book with the folds across the pages
in triangles. He took some words from the
old manuscripts, the parodies of epics

and the metamorphoses. They borrowed text
from a fabric, metaphors from a different
discipline, analogies of mixed media that
were only illusorily dead. She took the idea

from a picture she saw in a magazine that
was on the table at the doctor. He took
his inspiration from a dictionary, conceits

from the classics. We're the borrowed text
of a post-modern admixture, I can hear
the ideas that she hasn't authored returning.