A Bird Flies Into a Mirror

A Bird Flies Into a Mirror

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I have 7. it started when I was 5,
the rarefied atmosphere, the trees
sparse, bent over from the wind,
aliens on a distant moon.

I planted my flag
and farted.

no one stays 5 forever.
the universe fell through
my atmosphere.
the rest of space
always finds
you,
always.

how could he?
easy. but he was
so young?

when the demons
come with their
mirrors, horror
house mirrors,
things get
twisted.

cummings said,
a bird flies into a mirror.
he was a sky flier,
but he knew.

crane didn’t say
a word.

his bird just
turned into
the glass,

the glass that
looks at me, hair
knotted, unshaved,
nickleless,

pre-
shattered,

as ugly as
ever

man was
ugly.

7 comments

  1. Mark,

    I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. This is perfect. If the speaker hadn’t farted I’d probably be bawling my eyes out right now. Perfect timing!

    “cummings said,
    a bird flies into a mirror.
    he was a sky flier,
    but he knew” Yes!

    and here it is…

    it’s the hart of it, I think.
    “crane didn’t say
    a word.

    his bird just
    turned into
    the glass,”

    Writ with a fine pen!

    I love it!

    Srah

    Like

  2. Moving work.

    I especially love love these lines:

    “the universe fell through
    my atmosphere.
    the rest of space
    always finds
    you.”

    take care,
    Kerri

    Like

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