i steal doorways for
unoriginal photographs
and sandpaper laughs
for watered down smiles
that remain smiles-
better than tears. just. barely.
for wisdom and sophistication
for the flowing taste of literacy
for knowing thyself in liquid mirrors,
however opaque and distorting they may be.
For shrouding the gaping holes of loss,
the shrivelling sense of adequacy
a dwindling peace of mind
and a plethora of memories that remain
Lost.
christmas in the after.
