Into the Mirrorbyannaswirls©
Certainly you would never do this
trigger finger river boy
cutting February by days and verse,
This is a farce
writing to you
as if it was ever really you I loved.
As if it were ever me you adored.
I was writing to "you"
since adolescent diary days of
dear dear journal how
I need you.
Self-invented "I love yous"
No, You, my love my life my reason for
waking, for closing eyes, for toes
cold with no time for socks.
I cannot even stop to rub
these numb extremities,
no, not even yours my love.
I read their love letters
I want their you's to be for me.
But you made us believe
we were the one,
when we all were one to you,
Collection one, signing in.
Sure you took me sure you tuned me in
turned me over opened wide for your oh god
good girl you crazy slut
but you always allowed me to fuck myself
fucked me with my own words
my image my ego my body
you with your tools and tune lock magistrate
you held the mirror
I held the mirror
our breath condensed letters tracing
fuck yourself baby do it
fuck yourself do it do it
always love made it real
inside never half way never quite all
these cheesecloth patchwork letters
stitched all of these you's and I stitched together
and twisted between thighs we climb
higher over edges missed
roll me down roll me down.