The Patient Has a Moment Alone
posted Dec 18, 2006
Spider husks rustle,
tangles
of hair ink the drain,
the sink's stacked plates threaten clatter
somewhere a siren,
somewhere
the chatter of birds.
Here, the ovate dial-tone remotely mouths.
Sometimes I see the mirror
is just
a mirror. The opulent flesh
just a scattering of leaves.
© 2006 Lauren Mitchell