I coat my brain
In liquor sugar and moons
My breath blue
Like the finest rendered glue
Curious she says
Hopping down
My eyes roll
Clunk
Thunk
Arcade pennies
Falling down
Without a mirror I do not know my face
That’s why they call it a looking glass silly
You have to look
To see
I use my fingers
Feel
Stitches
Bone
And glue
Time passed
Apathetic as bruises
Or triangle stars
They stuck you back together again
She giggles
But they were far too bashful with their stitching
You can see every line and frown
Every moment wasted upside down
Mother would not be amused
I coat my brain
In liquor sugar and moons
My breath blue
Like the finest rendered glue.
