“Mirror Slaked to Mirror”
We were in this band
no matter how fast you ran
made us feel this beautiful again
and all lights we were here then
just us on a rainy afternoon
just us could listen to rain together
just us: trees open to relax
even the tigers in the closet, at last
to spread a cream made of mirror
to mirrors correct you,
or your vision’s illusion
down the gull of a hollow seagull
and waves crash in the clouds
and pretty when the roses
smell boats under the covers
a mirror is the murderer
to the heir of the thief:
it don’t allow you to break your own bones
not meant to stretch that way.
nicholauspatnaude 