Zywa I thought of you

He dressed you in underwear
lightly twisted the left foot
then compromised the leg

I stopped for a few seconds
because where did the idea come from
that you might be the same

You both stare through me
so independently and quietly
what is there to see in my soul?

I was looking for a difference
you look so much like her
by then, the window dresser was ready

Poem 2005
Amsterdam, 2019-01-03

Collection: Moons 
Keyword: Memory: 
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