The Mirror

Sleep     horns of a snail                                           protruding, retracting What we choose to know                                            or not know                                                                  all these years sleepwalking                         next to death I  This snail could have been eaten  This snail could have been crushed This snail could have dreamed it was a painter or a poet This snail could have driven fast at night putting up graffiti with a spray-gu...

Someday if someday comes we will agree that trust is not about safety that keeping faith is not about deciding to clip our fingernails exactly to the same length or wearing a uniform that boasts our unanimity Someday if someday comes we'll know the difference between liberal laissez-faire pluralism and the way you cut your hair and the way I clench my hand against my cheekbone both being possible gestures of defiance Someday if there's a someday we will bring food, you'll say I can't eat what you've brought I'll say Have some in the name of our trying to be friends, you'll say What about you? We'll taste strange meat and we'll admit we've tasted stranger Someday if someday ever comes we'll go back and reread those poems and manifestos that so enraged us in each other's hand I'll say,  But damn,  you wrote it so I couldn't write it off     You'll say I read you always, even when I hated you [F...