REFLECTION #1 (MEG POKRASS)
It is night and I am holding an electronic dog. It is night and I am walking toward the cracked building. It is night and the business of plastic has swallowed me like it did my father. It is night and I have noticed my breath, I try and touch it but it leans toward the infinite. It runs away, as my dreams do in the morning. Everything is frightened of being noticed. One might imagine I am showing off and alienating people with my sparkling eyes. I am dully perfect, no gentle flaw to hold in bed at night and comfort. I close my lids and see you underneath. You peeking out and directly at my face from the window of a basement. You waving and I can’t go there.
You waving and I can't go there. You peeking out and directly at my face from the window of a basement. I close my lids and see you underneath. I am dully perfect, no gentle flaw to hold in bed at night and comfort. One might imagine I am showing off and alienating people with my sparkling eyes. Everything is frightened of being noticed. It runs away, as my dreams do in the morning. It is night and the business of plastic has swallowed me like it did my father. It is night and I have noticed my breath, I try and touch it but it leans toward the infinite. It is night and I am walking toward the cracked building. It is night and I am holding an electronic dog.