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Iconography

The image wears large round glasses opaque blue


bigger than her upper face
I dont know what she means. You image
He stood there elected. In your eyes
he would escape from the auto parts store to come home and read.

As I see him dead he has black hair and brown eyes


he doesnt have to wear glasses because hes dead.

I havent seen a desert lily in twenty years


but knowing they exist thrills me. One year
I went home and they were everywhere
powerful, blooming to exist and in my eyes. As I could be that
And Ill always see it. Presidents are scum
compared to desert lilies. Oh all right, Daddy says.

The dead talk this way playing but they dont need to write
linesthis line of thought.
I still dont quite know what your poems are like.
Immediatebut complex. Lily? As complex as that?
As complex as us. We are seeing you ...
As we speak and see, together, thinking it.
Do the words relax you? We are them,
reading. Being dead is like reading.

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