Everywhere I go,
I cast
Reflections. There, in the window,
Checking for
Junkmail
And Amazon. There, in the mirror,
Wet and naked, stepping in
Specks of stray cat litter –
Everywhere, a
Lightwashed visage. Everywhere, a
Vanguard sent from within to meet it.
Romeo, or
Ghengis Khan, or just some
Lead in a movie. Some
Imago stirred in from deep time. Be
This. Not
That. Not
That. Everywhere –
I go.
