Celina Adrian

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"mac #14"

borrowed body on borrowed time
is not guaranteed the sound of thunder
or the roar of applause -
secretly, inside
the temple of what seems familiar
is nothing recognizable
not even to the naked eye
on ones own face -
in actuality, familiarity is fashionably clothed
and wears awareness like an ill fitted garment -
for years
I watched her dance from east to west
west to east to west
misguided by high heels and
rainbows of men who proclaim to be the god of all gods
she wore pretty jewelry
and the most popular lipstick of the month
including me