the purpose driven life
maybe you've seen it
at the thrift store
the gaze of 1,000,000
there are
a million ways
to become
what you are
but you
will never
become
what you were
rorrim
sometimes i think my
daughter thinks i'm
inside the mirror and
it frustrates her that
she can't get thru to me
other times she knows
she can turn around and
crawl to me
the desire
waking up with
the desire to lay here
to look around the room
and notice things
to wonder the age of this overflowing
houseplant
to question if the 10-foot
curtain is tired of the floor fan blowing on it
to watch the reflection of these 3 square
windows above my head
in the wall-mounted TV that's
not on
to look out the windows without moving
communal kitchenette
i see the same people
every day in 5 o'clock
traffic at the microwave
they look like zombies
minus the rotting flesh
and hunger for life
in their eyes
sometimes i imagine
their facial features
shrunken 50% on
the same face and
it makes me less sad
