| Sheltered- Published in Aquilae Stilus 2000 wishing on a kaleidoscope turn and the pictures crash through that sharp slit of shelter seeing colors reflected like rabbits, all happy with the black and blue not in the slit and the mirrors flawless we sat in that room on desks and chairs swapping tragedy size each silenced in her own way wishing to be the other. She's a life and I'm a crystal One breathing and dirty The other pressed tight to shape. She wants shine I want earth the two rub like glass and I know she's real to my plastic. givegivegivegivebreak Now that kaleidoscope's pieces on the ground I have the sky in my hands Idon'twanttoletgo |