“to complete a portrait is to learn to like your likeness albeit miraculously….”
–Anne Carson
often these days I hold my face
in my hands rubbing my hand down
my forehead and into my eyes as if I
didn’t my head would snap off
my neck or fragment into shards
so I struggle to keep my head
straight and held together tightly
between my anxious fingers
simultaneously out of fear
that what I imagine and
what I am will coincide
toward a point where I vanish
yet continue as if I am
what I have become to be
(January 2, 2017)
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