Basudhara Roy – p. 23

Slide Puzzle

I cut up my close-up into fifteen squares paste my perfect portrait onto plastic pieces of my slide puzzle leaving one empty space to rearrange my face into an infinite jigsaw.

Flat four-sided tiles shift shimmy slip slide up down left right I glide the gambits across the board with my thumb and forefinger fracture my facade into a thousand-and-one complexions.

My new selves appear in the toy frame over and over and over again unposed and jumbled reconfigured and ever-changing I am a cubist woman in this game that I play.