Slip into the mirror a moment
See this
I am the knife I am the steak I am the hungry dog
Here is the blood here is the bandage here is the wound
Which one is me which one is you?
My visage in the shining glass
Seeing me is seeing you
I am the silence I am the warning
Here is more silence Here’s the clanging of alarms
like desperate angels trying to sing
It doesn’t have to be pretty being understood
The pyroclastic flow of
love and pulp
and
lungs and smoke and mirrors
where I’m best at loving you.
Now
step out.
Memorize this and tell it to yourself.
I will hear it
I’ve written a thousand poems about me;
that’s also a thousand poems about you.