SEEING DOUBLE
I am seeing double when I see you;
icicles on the cream, a nosebleed
in the bleachers. The wind, it wraps
around your face and swaddles you.
Nothing escapes, not even your breath.
I am not so sure as never, when I am
sure at all. Leave this brevity for the
clowns, I'll stay safe in your mirror.
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Locked in chains, the guardian spirits
are kept in check. They can do nothing
if we go wild, or run, or flee. Or paint
the landscape with a new kind of green.
Worse things have happened, you know.
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