Friday, April 27, 2012


Let us peek
into her life.
Come, peer
through the glass
with me.
You see the board?
The pictures that adorn it?

Gaze upon their colors
and their shapes
and they will whisper to you
her tale.

The boy who laughs
and the friends who dance.
The clouds that gather
over the flowers that die.
Miniatures of paintings
bordered with old movie tickets.

Not one portrait of herself.

And perhaps that is the most important point
of her story.

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