I had to learn to be curious
To wear my grin lopsided
Scared others would notice
how naturally symmetrical it was
Curl my laughter the right way
Show my teeth the right amount
Crinkle the fat under my eyes the right softness
A sharp product of seven thousand mirrors
Words came late
Favouring the darkness of ma's womb
over letting the world rush in
once my mouth opened
With time, I caught up to the others
I writhed, I drifted, I clung
Unstrung my tongue to lash
Undone my progress to follow my fellow impasse
Who are you
but a mirror reflecting mirrors
an echo of an echo of a song your mother heard once
while carrying the human mise en abyme
Yet now a deck of cards
collapsed into one whole
You carry your layers well
But never forget the shell it came from.
YOU ARE READING
Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoesíaA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
