REFLECT
Window.
Sparrow’s flight path.
Bonk. Poor thing.
Despite this map of a face
I get lost in a blink
Find no one in the mirror.
Hard off
Pulp fiction life
Diary Land of woe.
Rhythm partner left
Me sorry joy,
Entirely enervated.
His thugs remain, brand
My stunned bird routine
Hyperbole. Who to believe?