*Polishing the mirror through a wall of fallen steam,
to survey the changes that you made.
Light reflecting life, drawn by curtains in a dream,
greets me as the fog begins to fade.
^ I learned my lesson twice.
A study of life behind the screen.
*I am so much older than I was when I met you,
when I told myself I’d never leave.
^A grand finale bow
as a gesture of good faith.
*Now I’m somewhere else,
somewhere I’ll stay till I'm unglued.
Nothing sticks like wanting to believe.
^Oil slicks from a birds eye view,
Diverge like roads that lead to nowhere.
A papier-mache mask rests next to sour cherries.
*Look at you, the blurry shape
that used to bear my name,
dance across the screen from left to right.
Soft and blurred a whispered word,
like tears wept in the rain,
all around and hiding in plain sight.
*Time bends what it passes through
into the strangest shapes,
like a face that’s been caught in the act.
I can see my lips move
but I hear no sounds escape
seems my tongue’s been taken by the cat.