Mirror to Mirror

published in The Argotist

Leave your sleepy rivulets to trickle down my wrist,

teacher. Put up a mirror for an answer

so I can ask the same

thing twice


            Seal shut last year’s envelopes, your lesson’s feral cabinet,

            Say, The mirror is facing the wall, so my secrets are safe


            Don’t ask me,

            “Dear little cobweb: why so brooding, mysterious, and  quaking?”

            Don’t say, I’ll seize this and this and this

            Leave everything


            like the sun, when nobody’s watching

            melted down for sheer moonlight