coverlet
after Sotileza, Francis Picabia
if at once, I
(wear a crown and
a dress (you can)
color me blue)
lift pain like pretend
pulled deep from eyes (stayclose)
hand-heart, (mine
or yours,) breathe and save me (free as)
now your Queen, overlap
my sovereign stance with as
(rules, stated positions) Your will read
clearly poignant, orators voice
bouncing from (that oak barrister’s table
in brilliant evening light) Home we
craft. Supreme, you lace mantilla
veil to cover my hair (keep safe
the secrets we share like) mantles of
truth and weighty promise
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