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NAME HERE by Cheryl Snell _________________________________ How to keep up appearances in a crumbled down world? You hide or are hidden from; the meaning is obtuse. The scene alters in its perception. (Behind a drywall façade villagers cringed in Dresden dust, garbed piecemeal in ash and mica.) It helps to believe in adage: behind every great man is a woman prone or supine; the object of desire rolling through the looking glass in endless iteration. You with your red pencil, sharpened where can I find your secret clause? I could open you with erotic cliché, walk up & down your back in ambiguous stilettos, pretend to forget that we all begin in crinolines and corrective shoes. We dance our little dance, we watch mother's ballerina dreams dive behind pupils drawing to a close. We are none of us the butterflies we might have been |