• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 02
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That I could be

That the same ink they use to mark
me in some box or other
makes my goosebumps rise
and the lace whorls spin

That I could be made beautiful
by an instrument of bureaucracy
Like a queen ready to rebuild her kingdom
after all the lies have fallen

That the artist can direct your gaze
in such intimate ways
you feel my presence
by what is absent.