Blank
BLANK
blank face
blank stare
blank wall
blank fear
white glare
I disappear
man at my back
100’s in my hair
a 1000 peg legs
I disappear
receptions polite desk
not all knives are in
museums behind glass
shaped like a deckchair
I disappear
first ripples in the marble
façade tame bird in hand
wristbark notched six times
I disappear
past nude whiteblue beaches
flockflooded esplanades
into chill lensed telescopes
I disappear
blank face
blank stare
blank wall
blank fear
white glare
drowning in my
sea again
I disappear
© Kim van Breda—15 January 2016
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2016
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