by Susan Lewis
& its antecedents, with synesthesia
& justice for ill. Mastered, digitally + analogously, a matter of enfolded dimensions
& simultaneity spontaneously irrupted, inter- if not co-, exogenously
layered like that sexy cake you sport to shield you from the reign of
expression ― impressed as any empress, avec
or sans portfolio. Neither assembled
nor dissed, this despite your itch to micturate, whence I stall you in the
morning. No thanks to our piddly rituals ― like that mourning shower, the like
of which can never cleanse our stubborn sorrows.
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Susan Lewis is a regular contributor to this blog. She guest-edited a gallery for AlteredScale.com 3, and her poetry appeared in another one.
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