MIRROR (MY DREAM)
by Anna K. Crooks
to swell proportionately more mythic and ultimately
dissolve into a familiar voice, a good song to cry to
i
i wont offer so generously to be your
mirror but i will let me be to you an explore page
leigh tells me and tells me how people love
them and how again and again they also love
ii
when they appear in my dream i try to
i love them and they tell me im misusing the band saw
and in fact be a chop saw and in fact does this project
have an audience do i project a reception do i have a receiver?
iii
in the dream my teeth are never falling out
rather just one just one tooth splits and splits
and splits and each piece crumbles from my gums
and i hold them the pieces in my palm face up
i am very businesslike in that i believe
it everything is all my business
i
skeletor walks through the mirror of the unconscious
reaching one arm back to the real to punch the and break the mirror
shards dropping to the ground arm slipping to the unreal
psychically i think, twig tries to communicate to me
ii
ill hover for a moment here, admiring each of my five fingers,
behind the velvet curtain dancing velvet a phantom me
five fingers lift the veil to meet their mate lifting
tip to touching tip to touching my finger tip-touching cool to cool glass
iii
a desire to be special, and special and how to become that
glittering gel of desire that beautiful gel glossing over
and making special each person of beauty and integrity
i assume that now he cant pass through but honestly can anyone?
Anna K. Crooks is a poet and potter in Baltimore, MD. She loves looking at frogs on the internet.
