look behind you.
Ashley Moore is here. trans-ient diva.
Newark chocolate kiss.
cheap mirror reflecting off fluorescent light
sunglasses ricochet natural light now xeroxed out of its simplicity
we can’t see her face, but she holds ours
how will she arrive, here among us
canvased flesh sculpted into spirit’s dust
surviving as something prehistoric
prior to history, politics, art
something soft an cunt