A
grainy image
leaves more to
the imagination.
Out of focus, it is
an unreliable inter-
pretation of your
face—
An
inkblot for your
nose—eyes are
speckles, or holes.
Somehow, I feel
shaken, like you-
’re missing your
soul.
The
canvas is there,
but not the pic-
ture. Instead,
A
blur, a shell
distorted, re-
imagined.
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