The Copier’s Mouth
What’s the word for
when we mistake the thing
for what it looks like.
The purple and blue
polka-dotted umbrella under
the desk looks just like mine.
It is. Ownership is not
my first thought, but familiarity,
recognition of form and color.
What is this the evidence
of, my delay in comprehension,
a cognitive pause. It’s Platonic,
this problem, forms with
a capital or lowercase F, the object
blocking the light or the shadow.
The new copy machine
makes copies and takes pictures
of words that can be emailed.
I forget the document
in the copier’s mouth, so I download
the file and print it out.
Which version should
we work from. I can’t not double
check my copy against yours.