Brittany Murphy in ‘Sin City’ (a poem)

My thoughts are all over the place lately, but I wrote this while watching Sin City.

What is it about the lovefest
that makes it ‘African’?

Why is that a threat?

In this exaggerated
black-and-white world
it makes sense

In the real world
it’s a problem—
or it could be
depending on the context

For now
I’m going to pretend
the soft reflection in the precision glass
is an extension of the world I live in
and hope this night’s dreams
bring her back from the great beyond
so I can let her know
she’s not alone

(18 October 2018)

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