On Abjection

Max

Max emerged from the salad bar at the street corner and spotted

Anna

Anna, the New Mexican girl standing in her booth across the street

baila, muchacha!

The world is a strange place to be in, when you dance a dance of

separation

severs

the labyrinth

She found herself in a maze deserted, among funky archaic

in the light of

Step into the light of signs dazzles and

bullets of fire

Who wants to see his her own death? Who wants to be

mirror (4)

See desire and abjection over twisted

mirror (3)

See a man see a mirror, in love's intoxication