I am no good at talking to things that are not myself.
The crystalline brown of my eyes sings certain songs.
And my coffee breath makes such certain impressions on the mirror.
And my coffee skin makes such certain impressions on the mirror.
In the former case, that mirror is me.
In the latter case, that mirror is you.
I have no idea of how I see myself, or how I should see myself.
But I know how you do. I know your lisps, your staggers, your stares.
And the way you vibrate sometimes to see someone such as me.
"The **** is wrong with you", I say to no one in particular being myself.
But I would scream it to the world at large if they would listen.
And yet the sounds would carry to no where but to some gaze of me.
That glint of me in your eyes.
That glint of you in mine.
And we are not talking at all.
We are only kissing ourselves by looking.
We do not know how it tastes.
(What happens when you give a monkey a mirror?)
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
I am no good at talking to things that are not myself.
The crystalline brown of my eyes sings certain songs.
And my coffee breath makes such certain impressions on the mirror.
And my coffee skin makes such certain impressions on the mirror.
In the former case, that mirror is me.
In the latter case, that mirror is you.
I have no idea of how I see myself, or how I should see myself.
But I know how you do. I know your lisps, your staggers, your stares.
And the way you vibrate sometimes to see someone such as me.
"The **** is wrong with you", I say to no one in particular being myself.
But I would scream it to the world at large if they would listen.
And yet the sounds would carry to no where but to some gaze of me.
That glint of me in your eyes.
That glint of you in mine.
And we are not talking at all.
We are only kissing ourselves by looking.
We do not know how it tastes.
(What happens when you give a monkey a mirror?)
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