Inhuman

I sit, staring at the crack
where my mirror as
split

I say my name inside my head

I don't belong to it
now

It is heavy on my tongue
and I remember how my
ears received it, long ago

the cold blanket of winter
warms me like whiskey

its whiteness shields me

I wake up and my limbs
refuse too

the clock sticks
twice,
the time is right

yet I am never there
to see it

backwards, I walk through my life
and the path of pills that have
allowed me to step between
worlds, between walls

as if they were made
of paper