Written: January, 2020 (1)

Lee Chapman recites “Three Reflections”
Trigger warning: contains math!
The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light— 
off every other chrome-plated bumper and hood ornament: 
Dodge ram,
Jaguar leaper,
Chief Pontiac,
Nash flying goddess naked lady:
real-man froufrou.

The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light particles— 
like interacting elements of an
undiscovered
Non-Abelian
nonexistent
monster sporadic
finite simple group: 
math-guy abstract nonsense. (2)

The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light— 
like mom’s 25th-anniversary silver,
which—she—hated.
It reminded her
of humiliation
at the Saint Raymond’s Cathedral ladies’ auxiliary 
coffee and tea,
when she hosted,
when all she could afford
was a nice chrome pot.
not—good—enough
raised—plucked—eyebrows
“Oh my dear”

1 inspired by the paintings of Cindy Fletcher-Holden 
2 an actual term in actual math

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