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Small Picture

    after a line by Stern


Don’t look too much             or it gets tempting

to regret all bouts with life. Then nothing


can sit without an undercutting             from the studied dark.

Then the secrets open weirdly        like mutated flowers. Like a tape


watched and rewound        too many times—

Each time how.            The jurisdiction of feeling


crated me.   Show me

I would beg you            any higher law—


Because in any room there’s always

someone who can’t be talked to


someone always transfixing like an icon          outlined thick in gilt

and warning.            I know


you wouldn’t believe how unholy

but inevitable it was                to want it both ways—

Hanae Jonas