cryptic rivers meet
unfathomable oceans
nature understands

ants in every orifice trapped under top layer of tightening skin,
claustrophobia in the midst of empty football fields.
hands shaking like trees during katrina,
heart rattling around in chest like ribcage is made from bars in a profitable prison.
indefinite shock accompanying the split second before falling off every chair high enough to deconstruct.
teeth chattering in thousand degree weather; too hot for clothes, too cold for anything else.
a million romans with daggers for fingers that were never really there at all.
itches too deep to pinpoint,
not in skin but in bones.

You collected me
A bright star you saw
Put me in a glass jar and kept me close
Kept me far
Far away for no one to see
But my light it dwindled and sputtered
Only for a moment!
You put me on the shelf, far from you
Far from everyone else

There were others
Burnt out and dim
You're own faded Galaxy on a shelf

This poem is a mirror
even though paper
and pen and ink
and reading and
writing are not
mirrors
only a mirror
       is
morirr a
I wrote that
backwards and
****** it up
because
**** symmetry
and mirrors

They invented
mirrors so they
could invent
the self

by they I mean
we, I, you
       us
who look in mirrors
our gaze and self
trapped and freed
from mirrors
and screens
shifting and refracting
like the ripples of
the stone skipped
across water
I do not like mirrors
I cannot always
see my
   reflection
in a pond
but now I reflect
in like and like
   light
from a mirror

I am a mirror
You are a mirror

We is mirrors

One day we will look back on this,
We'll revisit our times together and smile.
One day I'll be able to tell you what happened,
I'll tell you how I feel and everything you wanted to hear.
One day we will meet again but this time,
It'll be right.

sunset pressed against a window.
In a city so full of goodbyes
an Hello must rise
and give birth to a revolution.