these corner-eye
&
then wide-eye
mirror glimpses
theres no
dorian gray
in there
my grandfathers gut & hairline
sneaked in
while
i
was
endurance testing the sofa
keep on keeping on
why-not regardless
&
whatever deluded
mirror now
is
my
squinted mists of grace
from michellehenry.fr
saw my dead grandfather
in a train station waiting room
clean
white
hair
clean
blue
jumper
he was back with news
he had found his grandson
missing on a train journey
nine
years
old
happy tears in his eyes
and when i speak and call out a farewell greeting
he turns into the
missing
grandson
he is still nine and full with news and joy
none of this is based in reality
and
anyway
i
got
a
jar
of transparent jam in my hand
that needs to go somewhere urgently
and
i
have
questions
about
that
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