You are not a mirror.

I measured my beauty
in a neutral gray room
your heart was an island
my fingers slipped through

You're over there
I'm standing here
You keep your balance
I'll keep after truth

Peel-Off Frown

my insides an earthquake
my skin melts the moon
the whole world streaks through me
like smoke fills my room

windows scream whispers
door hinges groan
I'm waiting in starkness
all heavy of soul

blood tunnels gushing
limbs treading sound
puddles like pancakes
as sticky as frowns

Like So Many Broken Yolks

The splatter pattern
cracked a grin
Toddled sideways back at him
Pinched a nerve
Proclaimed him cured
and Spat it tattered out at him