Self-Portrait in ConditionalsIvy Kleinbart
If blue-clad air beaming cloudless through warm June day, then the day. If cold fog on wet glass exterior, then interior of mirrors, moon of incense on the mantle, big plush chair, soft black purr perched on the back, breathing. Always some other breathing. If no other breathing, then a memory of breathing, rhythmic in sleep, blood-sweet echo of God. If asleep, then flight above the wires and a sure landing on a brief give of grass.
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