Sonnets From Other Lives: Malcom

He likes the woman in the photograph
hanging on the wall in the gallery.
Her steady stare had stopped him in his tracks.
He never thought to question her reality.
In fact he’d formed a small infatuation
with her—a little fantasized relationship.
Then the caption revealed she was a creation—
a photoshop composite. He’d been tricked
into a silly simulacrum of love
with a simulacrum of a pretty girl
made of parts of other faces. Thinking of
a mirror maze from M.C. Escher’s world
he finally breaks away from her bold stare
satisfied that she was never there.