Poem: Plastic and Glass

The Two Faced Kind, by Chris Maguire

Greeted by a man and a woman;
hands turn to plastic and glass.
She and he are as stiff, as synthetic
as I had hoped not to be.

Marked and lined,
scored and stricken,
with expectation, unheard;

Linguistically perfect
they trip fall slip, into words
neither meant
neither intended.

Bitten by a teeth-filled smile
by a life’s savings.

Freer now, freer to revolt
against reviled fortune:
Unfavoured or unfavourable
Measured, if not inconceivable.

He looks at her,
she at him, smiling
(grimacing?) as their hands turn again.
To Glass. To Plastic.


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