GLANCE


There is more to a mirror than
Looking full length at your naked body.
When I look into mine, I begin
To perceive wings and a
Luminous sphere.

You peep into yours as if
It were the journal of your life.
The kids have all cracked up,
Pets are off hunting other homes.
Your porch is a frame where you sit
Suspended and tasty all day long,
In front of a tray of dry vermouth.

It’s no trick; while you lay aside
The day, I ride camels
Through water, sing gospel
In Selma and fall in drops
Onto children’s tongues.

Why don’t you die and come back
A hand; you can grasp
The ones around you,
Run yourself over
The fake breasts of the leading
Queen in drag, you can even
Pull a trigger,
Aim it upwards and then point it
At whichever head is yours.