How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
If I were to describe myself to someone who can’t see me, I wonder whether they’d see the vision — or hear it in my voice — if I’d instead describe people with whom I’ve kept company, then admit my shame over not having been even remotely careful.
I collect keys..and the like
Cowardly
In the night I create
I skulk nigh
Leave doors unlocked
Then explain
‘Twas not I
I tear mirrors…from concrete
Angrily
In the abstract I create
I demur
Leave laughing
Then I stare
‘Twas once her
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