'The Looking Glass'
i walk the ocean floor
in venom black underwear
ready to spread ink
onto vultures beaks at dawn
i have tossed my turn
why remember dreams?
to make fetish past peep-holes?
in still waters we drown
just as we live with the fishes
all is alarming
i peel back sardine cans
and watch my father cry hunger
at palates assault
he's not mystified by loss
just disappointed
The blame blindfolds me
and places me in freezers
at the butcher shop
I opened her diary
It bore through me fast
when shiny new pans
attack will knives follow too?
wear baseball helmets
as darts shoot from her eyes
see my reflections
by Micah Zevin 2010
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