pay no attention to the lamp shade
when it says dance
to the jazzbeat of your blood
pay no attention to the door knob
affectionately nudging your hand
encouraging your weaknesses
pay no attention to the throw rug
as it yips beneath your feet
it only wants to play
but the mirror compels you to look, look
into its long silver eye, the sheet
of mercury, the glass memory
intuit the drive to dip your hand
into the darkly cool air
of the Otherside
don't flinch
when the man/woman pulls you through
his/her grip tight like love
in a slick, black rubber glove
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