pay homage to Aphrodite
when you kiss the bathroom floor-
moulded tiles against bare flesh
begging for something more (or less)
when did you start hating yourself?
when did you notice you were so far gone
gap-toothed and fawn-eyed and ground up teeth
sicker than you might have lead on
dig a hole, go down the hole
mirrors are best kept hidden.
you think of your mother when she a girl
was the world too big for her too? I profess;
I haven’t slept for (I guess) four days now-
so excuse me if I’m not making much sense.
-mirrors are best kept hidden