1.
touch face
what are these
eyes for
I stare at the world
to see what
hates me
what
loves me
then spend the
rest of my
life
trying to tell
the two apart

touch face
the heat on my
fingers
the vanishing point
in my
cheekbones
the place where
my jaw comes
loose
where my heart
dislodges
and falls out of my
mouth
the only name
written in the sky
I can remember
is my own


2.
I am no different
than anyone
else with soot
in their
eyes
faith in something unrecognizable
only as scared
as you let
me be

open eye
sore
a reflection of the
universe
imagine Narcissus
after the
apocalypse
alone in a mute
wilderness

3.
I am pretty with
out mirrors
when I don't see the
eyes of other
monsters
sizing me up
I am pretty
in
books
I find lost
in the tide
climbing in with the
words as if
they were my own
swimming in the sentences
that never
end