Silver Gelatin
Mark J. Mitchell
A good surrealist,
she leaves her toys in the rain--
unexploded dolls grow big
into luminous sturgeon.
All her ex-boyfriends
trip on knives. Her dinosaurs
stay dry, grazing on scissors.
All the fur has melted
off her china.
She pours herself
into a bright orange teacup
arced perfectly, shaped
like a monochrome rainbow.
She drops a smile in the sky.
Mark J. Mitchell
A good surrealist,
she leaves her toys in the rain--
unexploded dolls grow big
into luminous sturgeon.
All her ex-boyfriends
trip on knives. Her dinosaurs
stay dry, grazing on scissors.
All the fur has melted
off her china.
She pours herself
into a bright orange teacup
arced perfectly, shaped
like a monochrome rainbow.
She drops a smile in the sky.