Quantum
*
This peel,
innards of fruit
skinned to resemble
my mother's face after she slipped
under the knife--
found little girls inside
screaming to come out.
Of this light there is a strange sense
of urgency to be a zombie
without brains,
or working organs,
or gizzards that resemble
unused paperweights
(one lump, two)
* *
My mouth is warm enough
without a victim,
without mom
who looked only after bandages
unraveled
to peer into broken glass.
* * *
If you see the world clearly,
you're looking through the wrong mirror.
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