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