ALL CONCERNED ABOUT REFLECTIONS ON INNER WINDOWS

He says fourteen years ago, “I do it all the time; I don’t know why;
I meet someone's eyes in a subway window I blush I totally
always look my best, yes always and
without exception and if you see someone's reflection, in
water, they see yours.”

Prophetic voice in
hither thither colored bubbles in
future room with no mirror, says, “twisted image due
to the windows being broken so heart appears
in unusual condition, heart looks
like a feather at the base of a tree
turning over quicker than boiling water.”

One we cannot
remain without says, “I plucked my eyes out
reversed them reinserted them, so I
could stare at myself, told them,
‘get off my face,’ flashed
on those inward eyes, my
rusty-veined so-well-untrained mirrors lunging forward and
hungry, liking to stare; then
directly on the glass of my windows (I
kept them closed) in
my rubber hoodie I
followed the bends of light (I am always so
sensitive to light) my teeth shined in that flashlight I
clung to its
circumference looking for that needle hole, so
my two blue mirrors with their wan red glows could
pierce and let loose a
field of false light made with warm
droplets the color of rolling
sea water watched by waking-up eyes.”

This glass is water-proof, focused, horizontal, absorbs
intricate bridges, says, “plant your favorite colors (like brown
boxy water with eggshell finish) up in the air to
sprout shards of light that hit your sheens of skin and
expose all candy there as blue (or red)
subdermal waves raised
by the nighttime and watch them drive you into sleep.”