September 15th, 2024
by Breanna Scott
The room flows and twists and ebbs.
It, as I, bend to your will and word.
Metal moans, frame reshapes, but has nowhere to go.
It tries to move, in applause of you and I.
Soon, objects lose their independence.
Each bleeding into one canvas.
I have a private love with them in this state.
When now virgule stands between each object,
And I can take my pick of which exists for all.
Lamp / Bed / Door / Box / Roses / Cellphone / Shoes.
Do they really exist, independently of one another?
While your mouth is on my neck, I am sure the answer is:
No.
About the Poet
Breanna Scott resides in Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications
on Breanna Scott's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #13,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Calgary Poetry Magazine:
Quiet Mornings
by Spencer Keene
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