STACK OF BRIGHTNESS by Rosalynde Vas Dias
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
What do you know
of the former
beloved/still beloved?
He lives in another
city or speaks
infrequently.
He appears
in the guise
of an owl, he appears
in the guise of a scrawl.
In a series of paintings—
peasant villages,
festive skies—
your two selves
are fractured
and played by
a bunch of characters.
You are close and you
are friends and you recede
endlessly from one
another.
It means you,
singular, string beads.
You make a lot
of bracelets. They grow
up your arm,
a stack
of brightness,
static of the
rainbow. You
(plural) used to make
omelets together
or something.
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