i have sharpened corners
a six-sided box of a man
i don’t breathe anymore
so i can live my life backwards
everything flips
mirror-reversed
my past wriggles like a snake
drawn endlessly from my spine
a magician’s trick of
of unending handkerchiefs
outside a beautiful evening cools
while i think about
school and how far
i have run from learning
a damned
thing
Words and Feathers 