The room is
flooded with time

like sunlight that has
gotten old

our faces...fishes
swimming in the shiny table.

I am totally absorbed
drawing intensely

Mandrake the Magician
Mighty Solver of Mysteries

gesturing hypnotically at
his evil twin brother Derek.

Lost in The Sinister World of
"8".

The nice lady
talks funny

like people do
in American movies.

I am told she is
my aunt from Chi-ga-go.

Well, whatya know?

She watches the lines
flow from my pen

to make the Magician
happen to the page.

"Now...that's magic!"
she says.

Her backlit hair
glows like a halo

holy as an angel
glimpsed on a Sunday.

"You're my little superhero!"
she confides in me.

She takes the first ever
colour photos of

...unbelievably us!

She even lets me
take her and the horse.

My pulse going click-
-click-click.

She can't get used to
the fact that

"...there are no toilets
either inside or out..."

The table is a brown pool
we fishing for thoughts.

We live in this
timeless mirrored moment

as if it is
all the time

that will ever
be.

We listen to the grass
growing.

After this I will never
ever see her again.

Now I stand
in the ruin of this house

as if time has
broken down

her voice all sunlight
and birds

"Gee, you
got curls

...just like a girl's!"

stroking my hair
over and over.

I wear her touch
even to this day

like a glorious
flower in my hair

her smile forever
turning into

a kiss.