Vanishing Point

I open a drawer and mice jump out

My child claps with joy at the leaping

The world is her circus

I open a closet and the old tulle slip

Cascades over us in a dusty pink cloud

She pulls it to her -- costume to another world

I open a suitcase full of black and whites

The box of paper shadows scatter across the floor

As the case becomes her boat

Sailing on a tulle sea

Crewed by circus mice

Captained by the long dead

From Mildred, 2017

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