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

prototyped arrangements

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