What bloody lense holds firm between this mystery & us? Two shiny crows
tapping intelligently on the glass of a dream.
Please! Do not make me do the human things--
I must tend to my many plankton realities,
must be off with my better self:
One million faces lined
along a mirrored tunnel & in each that same tricky knot begging.
You couldn't know how long I suffered over it, my long waiting at the end of the maze.
I can only guess what you think I'm after, stretching in the mirror
while you rattle on about sabotage,
an old tension springing in the body.
Gabrielle Octavia Rucker
Do not make me do the human things
Publicado em 8 de Junho de 2021