He hands me
an Image.
“this is what you are,”
He says
with such pride
that i want,
dearly,
to be that Image.
but as i squeeze into
the Frame
i realize,
i don’t fit.
i give him the Frame
“fits like a glove!”
He smiles with
a rare joy
a spot of white light
in a cavern
and i am filled with a guilty
pleasure
the Frame didn’t fit
and He may never know.
an Image.
“this is what you are,”
He says
with such pride
that i want,
dearly,
to be that Image.
but as i squeeze into
the Frame
i realize,
i don’t fit.
i give him the Frame
“fits like a glove!”
He smiles with
a rare joy
a spot of white light
in a cavern
and i am filled with a guilty
pleasure
the Frame didn’t fit
and He may never know.
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