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Huffman, A. J.
 
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Temporary Progress
   
I bounce
from mirror to mirror.
Looking for a reflection that fits.
No one ever does.
I tried to stack them.
Doubling my chances.
Really doubling my nothing.
And all I can see now
is an empty infinity.
A flawed forever.
Faceless.
And sold
to the highest bidder.
Me.
I bought it for fun.
All because I needed a friend.
More because I needed a name. 
  

The Return to the Flesh 
“I feel -- not naked -- but absent,made of air”                        -- Jean Valentine
 
I remember what it's like
to be beautiful.
As if I were.
Or had been
in some forgotten past.
A queen.
Newly surfaced
in a dream.
And filling me
with a false stature.
Destined to crumble
in one quiet breath
drawn
from your lips
 
  

Romantic Notions 
   
More mist than myth
finds a home
behind the eyes
of beauty's gladiator.
And yet every raid
shows more gild and gold
creeping over her skin
Hoping to dull the glow
of death.
Determined to break
the lonely strands
of her pearl sleeves.
 

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published her work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well as America, such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review, The Intercultural Writer's Review, Icon, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.