Make me simple so I take
my mind apart and put it together
in field-strip time so fast it crawls.  

No why, wherefore, nor shoulder strap
of five gold stars commands the seamless
aim, the act of pulling back the bow.           

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All mother wants is a mirror
to see her own beauty  

and another for us
to see her full-length portrait.  

Everything else in the house
is furniture.                           

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No gingerbread house forests in
fecund imagination, so
stop looking.