by John Martino<\/p>\n
Stay. Even for one second<\/p>\n
more. Watch how I turn<\/p>\n
into a two-way mirror,<\/p>\n
reflect not who you are,<\/p>\n
but what I want you to be:<\/p>\n
the perfect Enemy. Look.<\/p>\n
I flutter the false lashes<\/p>\n
of my third eye. I beckon<\/p>\n
with the finger, a thigh,<\/p>\n
the exposed and beating<\/p>\n
lie of truth. I show three<\/p>\n
of a perfect pair. The hope<\/p>\n
that isn\u2019t, yet is always,<\/p>\n
there. Can\u2019t you see? I am<\/p>\n
not who I say I am, but<\/p>\n
what you want me to be.<\/p>\n
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John Martino is a writer, educator, and avid traveler currently residing in Hong Kong. Some of his wayward poems have found a home at North Dakota Quarterly, Another Chicago Magazine, Packingtown Review,<\/em> and Apricity Press<\/em>, among others. He is the Executive Editor at Home Planet News (homeplanetnews.com).<\/p>\n
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