Whispers by Ace Boggess
published in Volume 6, Issue 4 on December 31st, 1999

Picasso would devour 
the stained-glass curvature of her eyes. 

He would break her down 
to her principal parts, 

rebuilding her around a smile.
To stimulate the pulse of an effervescent dance, 

I crawl in synchronized steps like a hermit crab, 
clicking my heels 

in an absurd rhythm. 
I make the night like a sonnet, 

breathing life into the words 
& words into the life.

She’d rather not talk about realism, 
nor would I.

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