The Bacon Cat Legging Society

With shards of shattered reflections

I cut dark threads woven into tapestries

threads of red and black

that seek to tie down or tie up

the silk and the lace

no longer a slave to those coarse fibers

no longer a victim of the looking glass

no longer in need of shields in silk or lace

My ink scrawled words become iridescent orbs

lighter than air, full of every hue

and within those spheres, if you look closely

you may find a glimpse of yourself too