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Jaydn DeWald

Mirrors

With a spectrum of frame options and specially selected lighting. Oval, octagon, Venetian, sunburst. To reflect your style. To prepare you for the image-conscious. To replace the pond, where the black geese are flying. Innovative details and quality construction. That is mountable. That coordinates well with medicine cabinets. That seals out dust and moisture. In which our loved-ones appear, carrying colorful suitcases, walking out the door. To dress up your wall. Add sparkle to your décor. Add depth and light to even the gloomiest places. To duplicate the pink geraniums, my single cup of coffee. In which I, beside myself, see you. Built to the highest standard. A work of art in any space. Hard to face, sometimes; other times, hard not to stand there all morning, naked, like a buck in a still pool. Like lightning over the plains. With built-in defoggers. Stunning design aesthetic. Arched, flat, rectangle, round. To accompany his antique dresser, his beloved’s armoire. To see behind you, over your shoulder — see? You may be closer than you appear. With serene, Asian-inspired floating lamps. To bring you back. In which to whisper your name, again and again, after lights out.

Drapery

Sandwiched between two layers of matching fabric: a luxurious center of black silk thread. Chic, unstructured, box-pleated, hemmed. With a decorative, multi-colored valence. Providing a gentle filter for natural light. Maintaining, when closed, its waterfall effect. To contrast with the laciness of her emerald slip, the scent of her full legs opening — a stylish, centuries-old decision — on the edge of the bed. With multiple dimming and blackout options. A selection of exotic Indochine designs. To part with his sun-bronzed arms in the neon-blue of morning, watching her back her yellow Ducati, one last time, out of the drive. For a clean, uncluttered appearance. Ornamental rods and rings, ruffles and fringes, tiebacks and trim. Leaving inside him an almost imperceptible presence, like a strand of her brown hair sewn through his organs. A softer, less tailored arrangement. Rich in textures, palettes, patterns, and weight. While he brushes his ill-shaven cheeks (he remembers, standing at the window, staring out at the frozen lake and frost-crusted conifers) against the apricot flesh of her inner thighs. Just a peek of a view. A little sweeping drama for your casual home. Bouclé, raffia, grosgrain, baft. With which to repel this winter cold: thin flames darting up the fabric, thin flames swallowing up the past.

Doors

Rustic, hand-carved, double-arched, French. To complement your architectural requirements. Make the perfect statement. In which to stand, in silhouette, letting your dress slip to the floor. With premier paint and stunning veneer finishes. For a lifetime of comings and goings. To be regarded as a work of art. Not a functional decoration but a series of events. For the discerning customer. With these easy-to-install directions. Through which he will leave you, never looking back, hefting his cardboard boxes. To enhance the natural graining depth. Shut everything out. Or in. The night he spit-roasted squab on Mount Tam, shirtless, his back shining like pale wet stone. The door to something deep inside you. With deeper embossment contours. Traditional craftsmanship requiring the occurrence of radical attacks on tradition. Your childish hands in somebody else’s hair again. To hear the click of the lock, the creak of opening. Each room uniquely yours. In which you can see him sometimes, slurping his morning coffee, like a mirage after many months in the desert. With intricate stained-glass patterns. Maximum light into your home. Deriving its character from the individual standing under it. Wood, particleboard, wrought iron, steel. To see him returning, clutching (for a Far East feel) a bouquet of lotus blossoms.

Jaydn DeWald, a graduate of Pacific University’s MFA program, lives with his wife in San Francisco, where he writes, plays bass for the DeWald/Taylor Quintet, and serves as an Associate Poetry Editor for Silk Road. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Columbia Poetry Review, The National Poetry Review, West Branch, Witness, and many others.