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These are crazy times. Your muse's hands
clutch, scored and smarting,
round a stolen slice of bread and dripping.
Her handbag, sequined silver, spills Max Factor,
banknotes bundled tight to fire the stove.
She is never quite in frame; the camera loves
the butterfly she seems, in motion always,
bright, escaping reach. In black and white
her mouth shines crimson.
Here in color, stark quicksilver light,
the lipstick fades; her smile's rough edges
catch against your teeth.
She stands, in your best-darned stockings,
and whispers at your throat: it's early yet.
Pasteboard streets stand empty.
Quiet on the set.

Selkie D'Isa is a poet, novelist, and lover of all things speculative, liminal, and numinous. She believes in ghosts, believes even harder in the internet, remains a flaming queer, and is still trying to convince her daughter that Sleipnir is not a cat. Her writing can be found in Here, We Cross: a collection of queer and genderfluid poetry from Stone Telling 1–7, The Moment of Change: An Anthology of Feminist Speculative Poetry, Queer Fish: Volume 2, and Steam-Powered 2: More Lesbian Steampunk Stories.
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