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| Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean François de Le Motte |
Last night I made a bonfire
with last season's leaves
and your love letters
You were a master with words
I believed every lie you wrote
because you wrote it so beautifully
and I want to believe
in beauty
A trompe de l'oeil painting
seems so real until
you look closely and see your mistake
Your words were a trompe de la coeur
a trick of the heart
I burned your words
with the dead leaves
The fireflies blinked crazy fiesta lights
around the fire
and I toasted a marshmallow over the blaze
It tasted so sweet.
