I've bent my life into creases
oragamic pressure points steeples and ridges for her
All my memories are faceted this way
She is forever a silent film for me
a crackling sepia-tone photograph from my attic for me
just her in black with green eyes
She is standing demure for me
She is uncomfortable smiles
and shifted weight
She is a screen test and a greatest hits record
She is a classic
right off the showroom floor.
She is a solid shadow between dancing reflections
She is a safe place
a fair idea
a question
a fire
just her in black with green eyes
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