Friday, April 25, 2014

Quaint Curio

She talks about her latest
project, as though
I might aspire
to same or similar,

as though informing
a young facsimile
of self what heights are
possible, if not likely.

I fail to glaze over
during this recital.
I lavish sweet perfume
of my mentality

concerning a CV as plush
as a new feather bed
on which I lie, repeating
what will not be rinsed away.

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