reflection #6

peeping on myself
through the bullet-hole
in the rear-view mirror.

(unfamiliar to the gaze of my eyes).

I discern this rusty armor
that is dejecting my lust,
while hiding under the bed
and spying on my body.

I’ll burn an effigy of me!
(tomorrow)

maybe a Phoenix will arise.
maybe the rain will turn ashes
into the mud.

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