MONDAY: COMPLEX-PARTIAL SEIZURE ONE
Ochre overcoats retreated into focus as we clockwised
from the dark of the wardrobe. You slid into the mirror,
glass sandwich where you live, aura harlequinning
I watched as your face made sounds of kisses to that
all-of-a-sudden clay maquette of us,
and how it simultaneously returned them.
The aura harlequinned into dissolution.
I re-entered my alternative reality.