Dec 25, 2005

The Islands

“the mirror is hell”
—Sundowner Graffiti
goes the bones
on the brick
of the throat
in the fig
goes the lethe
of ouzo

—dedicated to the person that I particularly want
to look into it—

in a clear bit of rock
or maybe soap-
stone the ur-
flick of the thumb
looking at pieces
fleck in dull shards
or maybe clay
or soot regardless
to make marks with

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