| A Poem in the Before Choice Disturbs collection
Lighting Effect
I.
An art show:
The bright, clean area of
the rundown run out burned city core.
Woman:
back and hands tight against the wall
like she's waiting to be mounted, and framed..
She has that dramatic lighting effect happening for her;
The shadow of her form lolling about on the
wall
right next to her.
II.
It does everything she does
and never misses a beat. Like, when she
laughs
the shadow laughs;
when the hors d'oeuvres are
passed around on silver
trays
he takes one, too.
Introductions are
easy:
"...and this is Don..." she points with a flick of her head
so the strands of hair would block her light
deforming the
shadow
just a little bit. III.
Now, the shadow
didn't
resent this.
He always went along with her to great places,
even if some times she'd
walk
in darkness
without him, or have the light face her head on
casting
him
against a far wall. He loves her for many reasons,
but mostly because they
make
an attractive pair.
Like now, with her
standing
close to the wall,
her clothes that deep blendy
shadow black,
when it's not possible to tell where
he
begins and she ends. Together, grand and dark against
the wall | 
