zebras : photo by author
c a n c e l l a t
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: m a r i a p a c e
I'm having the wildest dream:
An actor portraying me is
Trapped in an indecipherable brown room
The doorway is vacant, visionless.
I observe, unnoticed, from a hidden spyglass
In the ceiling fan. Eyes spin round and round to
Breeze my imitator.
Pulsating shoulders glance up.
Shaken by the fan-cord, dangling,
Swaying like a lion's tail,
Our eyes meet in a pulverizing instant.
Self and anti-self, frenzied recognition
Culminates in introverted trauma.
Tooth and fan-blade sever -
The zebra, overlain on its own negative,
Fades into grey.
The twice-starved lion guts his kill.