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Copy of a whore

Michael T. Smith

The term
‘first person’ shows how
selfish we are. I would never
Look at myself [...ergo sum...] the way
We look at others —
but being with another is a sin
(it’s an argumentum ad verecundiam)

The wine
Soiled the lips of those who
Tasted the glass that held it,
looking up “Canthardidis” because
some asshole let it slip; her slip –
was nothing but unimaginative,
and a wee bit Freudian.

But then! (and that’s the whole sign
—“but”)
her hips formed the epitasis,
and the road was clearly seen.

And she would have an old house
over her head
instead of a halo,
which might just crumble to bits.

So-called, her feet tinkle on the hardwood floor
as she cliftily approaches
her auto-de-fa
run by green men, passing butter’d buns
as she starves – and not just
for attention.

She was given her title ad eundem,
for like experience begets
like experience: just like the mirror
gets pregnant
with an unfamiliar image so easily.

We’re all sinners in kind
when the liver takes over the head.
And the heart —
And the heart...

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