Cosmetics department

Among so many reflections
There can be no need for reflection.

Quid pro quo.
This is the matrix of reason.

Such things can be seen here:
A white that's not the moon's;

Glass at its most pure;
Air that shines like tiles;

The frisson of space;
The shock of containment;

The taxidermy of colour
And shapes;

This birth-less red;
Its illusion of revolting.

Sex and violence are futile.
Fingernails are hard with all of human secrets.

(Click, click.)
Be warned: this fragrance shatters teeth.

First published in Narcissism (Whitmore Press, 2005).

Maria Takolander is a Melbourne poet, and ABR's featured poet of the month.

 

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