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one narcissus
draws close to another
like the only
two adolescent boys
in the universe
the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
the round spoon
with the curvature
of a concave mirror
scoops out my eye
and swallows it
The mirror is always slightly taller than I
It laughs a moment after I laugh
Turning red as a boiled crab
I cut myself from the mirror with shears
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When my lips draw close, the mirror clouds over
And I vanish behind my own sighs
Like an aristocrat hiding behind his crest
Or a gangster behind his tattoos
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Oh traveler, go to Lacedaemon and say that in the mirror,
Graveyard of smiles, there is a single gravestone
Painted white, thick with makeup
Where the wind blows alone