OTHEREARTHLY SONNET
Sashes open, a blouse flutters white
Diffraction artifacts
Morning in the Place des Vosges—perlite
Sunlight baccarats the garden’s 10-blade diaphragm—, you
Tipple through the blanched arcades a
Banshee beauty
Parlor curler
Left plugged in too long
Starlet or harlot, faux Arletty
Harlow with your furloughed halo (chemin de verre is
Some thing wrong
Lens flare carries the outscape, an aura of the Aura
Blow on it with your breath
Then, aircraft
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