11-19-2010, 01:59 AM
I saw the picture
through a window
in my father’s breast.
It hung on his heart
like a diploma.
It showed a farmhouse
on fire, with melting
mannequins inside,
and people outside
smiling.
All of them women.
What do they see
that I don’t?
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through a window
in my father’s breast.
It hung on his heart
like a diploma.
It showed a farmhouse
on fire, with melting
mannequins inside,
and people outside
smiling.
All of them women.
What do they see
that I don’t?
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe