When Letters Dance On the Page

WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE “Disappear,” I said. They denied. Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre Return my ravishing smile last night? The burgundy magic on greys! Ironed with botoxed shots The dry asparagus turns glossy; Ready for the salad? Midriffs declining, disappearing - Decelerating; the passion of aping A teenager for a climacteric but works. The dried raisins, falling leaves And the faded chrysanthemums- Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned. The one who was being stared at, Loses it all ; the pretence withers, The efforts in vain. I loved them the most But they now scare me- The letters diffusing, hyperopic. Behind the lens, the zombies Make me close my eyes- the mirror Was never so unfriendly. Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed, Rimless – nothing works. They just Simply refuse to go. At the restaurant, travelator, bus My glory shrouds as I struggle to Settle the glass diptych on my nose. “Disappear,” I say to them. They deny.