Hands in motion smudge surfaces unforgiving of polish
We groove and light life’s glass of shifting images with our living fingerprints
The mirrored entrance closet is an ectoplasmic gate of repeat energies:
smear-drawn greetings and partings, epithelials of abstract expressionist stencil grips at angles into shoes for walking out
On our exit, the axis of light makes oil rainbows, holograms of our lives
— of the heat that races through.