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Book of Hours

Book of Hours For an infinite secondthere are two of her; a bathing suited twinhovers over shifting rippleslike a saucy double exposure. Bullets of light shoot holesthrough skin—piercing herdoppelgänger in lunch hours blaze. The watery canvas dissolves;waves distort her gapingmouth – threaten to devourmy parched eyeballs. ©️Orion Foote, 2023

Bonus Scene

The rim of her glassis a luminous sphere;a blurred smudge ofmoist crimson glidingdue north to her mouth.It sweeps this lesserGod to another Calvary. I trace from heel toshoulder, shapely linesBergman himself wouldhave made a meal of,would have entertained withchic strokes of chiaroscuro. It’s the perfect dashof flim flam in asudden twist of plot;the way sheContinue reading “Bonus Scene”