TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 31

So are you game? It's the New Year. It's dark. Tragedy is all around. I'm game, so I keep going. Another day, another poem.

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“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.” Vladimir Nabokov

Explicit

I wanted to tell you the truth,

But to express oneself in such a manner,

Is explicit.

I wrote it on the mirror for you,

In red lipstick so as not to shock,

As I’ve seen this before.

It reads “I love you” and that,

Is the truth written in red,

But you can wipe it.

So where is the line my darling,

Is to express to shock?

Or do we lie.

“The mirror crack'd from side to side, "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott”. Alfred Lord Tennyson