Successive Hallways.Flowered Carpets.
To paint a self-portrait and not include trip-wires.
Or a cave. A mantle lined with monkey skulls.
A smile that falls down on one side. Landscape
unlikely Germany. Wall tapestries in otherwise
empty rooms. Hair framing her face. Green as in
paper money. Park benches. Harsh streetlights.
Lips & tongues that struggle to form the word
"yes". Mirrors in the hall. Planted palms. "To
be perfectly alone except for the island in me",
she explains, not knowing which way is north.
Somewhere to wade across. "And I stole these
words from my father's ears", he replies, only
repeating what the juggler said. Flute music in
the dark. The unmistakable smell of orange peels.
Rain hanging over endless plains...
or experiences purely based on folklore...
with heroes tending the garden.
She applies the color with a coarse brush.
He tells the child more horse stories...
sharing breakfast with a cat.
Letters that arrive at monthly intervals.
Or maybe just visitors resembling themselves.