I see myself in pieces.
It is as if the mirror
has cracked along my fault-lines
and certain shards have dimmed themselves out.
My body hovers
with no foundation or pediments,
I am disappeared up until the top of my thighs.
My arms are disjointed,
only partially in this dimension,
sometimes winking in,
sometimes winking out
depending on my focus.
Chest,
Breast,
Abdomen,
Back,
Shoulders,
all make vignettes
that I flit to and back from
like I was changing the pages
of a book.

Above my body
is an oval.
Red hair,
perfectly smooth-egg face
with no features.

Inside,
there is void.

02/11/2009

Posted on 02/11/2009
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