Tuesday, December 23, 2014

i shower
drinking water
bathing in drinking water

baptizing myself. we can
all be cleansed

we can bare living with sin.
the bathroom mirror is steamy.

with my index finger
i trace the shape of the body on it,

the body
to whom this country would
appear as it is
if body alone

tracing the shape of "we will
work it all out one day-

you never know
about tomorrow."

mirror of mine, i'm
your dimension removed.

no longer am i in love with your poetry.