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