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This poem was written alongside the painting Pentimento by Sally Storch.

I absorbed the image, beyond the capture -
        it soaked into my throat 
   saturated, became the ever-after
    eyes are unseeing but for zoetrope;
         all voices state an overlay:
    "what a lovely day"
          "what a lovely day"
  as I lose my grip on hope
 
sorry to be negative -
     I didn't want this role 
   I'll pocket it, that's my goal 
- to control - to hold still
     to freeze the frame
  self-distraction from the weight of blame

I could engulf my senses - roses lie close 
        just a tilt of my head
  I'd be no longer morose
       let me turn, observe, fully immerse
may I pick one, tear it up, roll in the petals
          invite a curse
    let the thorns cut through, make me bleed 
as I take this chain from my neck, be freed
     in this image, I am trapped 
 do you not see it yet?
         I see through this lens:
   four corners, no exit, no end
       an uncrossable border
  I just need to escape
           assemble my own order
  see clearly the scene with a world around
walk on, leave behind the ugly foreground 
      the backdrop blurred but waits to be found
throw you the camera, shout "catch!" defiantly 
     leave images to crop, perspective to see

      all that matters is it's not in my head
    if I'm unsteady, I'll work with it -
  I'm still, not dead
       Hell: I'll cartwheel out and free
    check out my core strength 
refraction:  you dictate no longer to me

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