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by Oonah V. Joslin

Mirrors reflect me like
an empty dress. A spongy
feel of unreal spins
a carousel of clown colours.
Escalators flow like silk
scarves. People merge turn
hats descend ascend a
dizzy swarm blank
bank notes counterfeit
faces revealed by
black light.

Anxiety is ultraviolet.

I swirl in the wrong direction
all exits soft with camouflage.

Copyright © 2011 by Oonah V. Joslin

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