#7: prestidigitation (pay no mind)
ignore my hand. it is empty—
a gesture without content,
an idiot flower i flourish
to distract (you) from my thieving eyes.
ignore my hand. it is empty.
your two (of hearts) transformed:
already a dove
already a flag
already a seed
buried winter-deep and dreaming
in the white and changeful
heart of an apple
you will buy at a market
years from now, long after
you have forgotten i
ever played this trick at all.
ignore my words. they are empty.
i am reading the braille of your lips right now.
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