the onus of a mirror
to present an angle
at which i might hide the flaws
the follies
of homeopathy gone wrong
is the burden of denial
sicker than the sickness
it tempts me
like a bite of quince
and exiles me from myself
from her and them
without a hymn of sanctuary
and yes i fear
the styes
the rashes of shadows
when i'm alone
when i'm the red heifer
when i'm the talking ass
when i'm the plagues
when i'm a book
i don't know how to read
this is a really powerful exploration, of the alienation between self/self, self/family, self/lineage, and how alienation can feel so repulsive, disgusting // is hard to face. no mirror ever captures it.
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