There’s a moment in all of our lives

between the display-cabinet and the mirror,

between the hectic wrought spiral

and the hard-wired yearning

when no means, very definitely, no




no  means, very definitely, yes

is yes’s other; its doppelganger, id;

its dark tinsel electromagnetic twin.

Tall creature yes cranes to look

at s/he morphing welding its Y




it’s the way we look, the way we

gaze sideways on, take the backward glance,

stand spliced between mirrors

with casual onlooking air, no, look,





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