blue a

hole in the back
of the head
where it couldnt be seen
(not that what we see in the
mirror, reversed or otherwise,
receding or approaching too
fast,
is really 'seeing')
but would be obsessively
fingered like a scab,
not knowing what damage
might have already resulted since
the brain itself, as we recall,
feels no pain.

healing it? or making
it worse?


and we re-buy parts of
ourselves (not forced to, of course,
we could leave them on the table
where they are, but we want to, so
that we can give them away),
sometimes barely
realizing it
when we find them...