reflection.

animus reflected-
retracted in daylight by
asking things of me
that seem
increasingly indecent
(at least in polite company)

and like a child
I stare and
ask questions of myself-
of both myselves

“When did this happen?”

a pause, a breath is
held close- clung to-
as if by exhaling,
it’ll doom us all…

and then, finally-

“It didn’t happen.
It always was.”

Advertisement