lei fraser

II

secret machines
chew glass
in corners

you spit daggers
with your eyes
in the sunshine

what happened
in the shadows
that tears
dig trenches
in your skin?

where do I begin?

secret machines
dig through
the boxes covered
in dust
begging you
to look
while
they polish
the mirror
with a sleeve

held up
to the light
what falls through?

wind passing
the woven threads
lifting a little higher
to the open window

secret machines
turn
just far enough
to remember.

~
la
March 3, 2017