LAYERS
the Velázquez Venus
frayed
at the edges where thieves
had cut it from the frame
a man comes home to his wife
revolver in hand and is surprised
to find her there alone while
the night clerk who rents
the room upstairs dreams
of owls anthills and hyenas
a cat's crouch before it springs
an onyx table strewn with
crushed lily petals floating
over its smoked reflection of
cedars through a leaded window
he opens his eyes and discovers
himself on the other side
of the Velázquez mirror
now he sees her image clearly
she passed through him and
never saw his body because
it occupies this space forever
in a separate dimension of time
at the edges where thieves
had cut it from the frame
a man comes home to his wife
revolver in hand and is surprised
to find her there alone while
the night clerk who rents
the room upstairs dreams
of owls anthills and hyenas
a cat's crouch before it springs
an onyx table strewn with
crushed lily petals floating
over its smoked reflection of
cedars through a leaded window
he opens his eyes and discovers
himself on the other side
of the Velázquez mirror
now he sees her image clearly
she passed through him and
never saw his body because
it occupies this space forever
in a separate dimension of time
ERIC BASSO
January 28, 2013
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