you are staring right at me
cameraready
into flatness
a technicolor movie set
a freeze frame technicality
1970s rich
avocado and grocery store salmon
and women burning admiration
themselves and each other
with complex hair styles in oversized heart
shaped mirrors adorned with golden vines and the miseducation of lauryn hill over all
gazing into a middle heaven
like an ecstacizing saint (one love!)
ensures the security of babies’ play
beside a barbie of demise
faces of death a pallid pancake pulled
from an advertisement slipped from its canvas
one of the pair a small boy
in overalls inspects the underside
a pose i can imagine my children making
almost breaking its fall before it joins the floor
the girl child is unbothered
making space for herself with her bottle of milk
and although i always wonder what music
is playing i have stopped talking
because i want awe