at my own reflection
and suddenly
the smell of wax,
melting things,
and i saw your image
standing behind me,
Veronica.
The window cracked,
shattering
down to its lintel, reflected light
littering the ground,
and
i turned
and
saw you.
i. a poet's love ii. veronicae iii. the unpaved iv. prayer-within v. blank and full vi. red earth vii. still life viii. the tic begins ix. arouse alive / a suffering x. de ore leonis xi. fingers of the bird xii. the great good use