Modi's Monday
multiplicative inverse
after Trice, Francis Picabia
mouthful of hellos reaching for a
pair to finally equal One
lifetimes apart, they learned to
stay even-bay-blue, dividing to
live, unending overlays of
pretend persona and shade-drawn truths
preparing for white Winter to
come cold with solo kisses
(another season of icy grasps
around the throat of a
snow maiden no longer keen to
kneel or seek)
his spring surprised her
fresh embrace colored her green
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