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
lei fraser 