• Beatrice Iker

Poem #7: fragments

sometimes

when i pass by mirrors

and the sunlight

is fragments

of reality

i see myself

rushing

in and out of

it, reality

as spare parts, broken, fragmented too


who am i

if not pieces of shards of other pieces

fragments

of myself

stitched together with sunlight

and moonlight

the specks of starlight

the mouth of a lazy river


i’m so yellow

so bright

so shadowy

i’m marigold


but in the mirror

against the beams of sunlight

marigold is

less

less

less than

because you can’t have a rainbow

with only one color

you can’t breathe in a paper bag

for the rest of your life

and i cannot live

as only marigold


i cannot

live

as one fragment

one boulevard

going east to west


i’ve never been able to sit

still

existing to go in only one direction

i am not mappable


because fragments

because shards of reality

because my tongue

splices in every direction

at once


but the way sunbeams

lick

mirrors

in shades of

rainbows


but beauty

but moonlight

and starlight

still exist

in the prisms

of my

eyes


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