Ha I Know U
this splintered
self, always
there and not
there—all ways
fragments
too close
to truth
his
portrait
ear-splitting
hairline cracks
eyes—iced-over
puddles
stepped
into, smashed
nose, broken
punched in
like a code
pupils;
dead flies
captured by
misshapen webs
frown thrown
off guard
skull-shatter
piece by piece
within his
lashes
a universe
on the blink
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