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Mona Lisa

Why not ask
if her quizzical smile,

aloof              plain              timeless,

is not a blade, pointed
at the one who dares attempt to capture her?

The so-called “master” who speaks
to the canvas as if she were not in the room. Perhaps,

she has never had much of a poker face. She sits,
sucks on disdain like a cough drop, wishes

for a veil. One so modern it’s invisible. Geometric embroidery
a quantum portal spun, whispered into lace.


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