• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 07

Woman behind a chair

She's a blur with two faces, we've caught her
turning one way and the other. This is the point
a new world is made: you've seen the film,
every choice creates another life.
She turns right. 'I'm leaving you,'
she says to the boyfriend, the artist;
She turns left and thinks,
I'll be his muse a while longer.
The artist slaps more paint on a wall;
daubs words over words, hearts over faces.