Poetics

Bride

She says there is something in the shadows
I believe I can see a material salt pillar,
a mirror in her words, my bride.
The veil in front of her face is a swinging bridge
And if she says
There is something in the shadows
I believe,
I am something -my opalescent tears tell me I’m something.
My vessel bride in the shadows,
a veil flutters out of the open window
a shadow in her dress, communal.
I watch her read prescriptions, go mad.

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