Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Bernadette’s Mirror: Eroding
Bernadette’s mirror is a mystery to me.
I’m staring into it. I cannot look away.
All the mysteries behind me are so ugly—
so endlessly hopeless and so fucking ugly—
that turning away, turning around, turning back
isn’t even something that I wish I could do.
I don’t think I’ll understand Bernadette’s mirror
regardless of how deeply I look into it,
how desperately I think about what I see,
how creatively I compose beliefs in words.
I cannot look away. I wouldn’t if I could.
I’m a rock, eroding, thinking about the wind.