Artemis
and Hippolytus
in
gray sky
iris
reflections
I
cult worship
decoupage rituals
and fire
as second skin
my
hero mask
is
cut-outs
from
magazines
I
use rubber glue
in
a brown bottle
to keep it together
with
its angled applicator
that
I loved to let drip
and
huff on
when
I was young
I
sharpen myself
against
metal
scissoring
pieces
of
faces I wanted
to
steal, to lace
to
turn, to leverage
to
trace, to chalk
the lines
pinching
together
my loose ends
I grind
the torn boundaries
of each razor-ed slice
I clean and sweep
and whatever falls
to the baseboards
I pan
myself with it
to put away
angel
graces
are places
somewhere
stitches ain’t
and
I pray
that
this
is the way
like
a junky
at Halloween
hitting
it big
in a basket
left
in the reeds
sugar
sweet beat me
weather
wear me
thin
slid seals
wax
poured wicking
the
burn
to
trim time
as
I ask myself
when
this dries
will
I still
remember
how
to see myself
without
it
always on
EJR
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