The Nominal Mirror
The distance from eye to eye indiscrete, continuous.
Memory postured the practice of the taxidermist.
Who measures light reflected back into the sun?
No one martyrs an ant, their labor that resists bone.
The stomach is the servant of the mouth.
Tonight her lips mistook the size of my lips.
So you looking back at me cannot speak.
I am not talking to you. Who are you talking to?
Of course an elephant that paints its own portrait scandalizes.
I’ve walked around all day wondering if that stink was mine.
It was not the city that built the man. A man no longer builds cities.
And the function of beauty is difference. The appraised house
approximates value. Then burns.
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