the mirrors of my living.

for cora

 

 

 

and it's temptation, always temptation

to look at the aspects of your own philosophy.

I mean, how often do we stand naked in front of

morrors and train our eyes to look at anything but

our favorite features? And if there was this

systemantics, science of classification, you would

just compare yourself to others your age and that

would be enough. And then quickly get dressed,

 pretend nothing happened or run in another

part of the house or in the yard responding

sympathetically to nature's putrefaction and

hose the vichyssoise of the back deck the sparrows

leave behind or whichever is best. Whichever thing

is sweet or salty, honey-roasted or agreeable to the

mind.

 

but it's easier just to be Midwestern and fossilize

through summer and wait till winter arrives again

so we'll have excuses to wear our coats to cover

up our expanding waist lines/ that we keep calling

good living. And I, for one, am more permeable in

winter, less durable than most, staying close to

the cats for warmth. And now the cats, being nomadic,

are gone when the mice married themselves off and

left those holes in the baseboard and those slivers

of paper everwhere, and I know damn well they

could get no nourishment from boxes of Lucky Charms

yet they returned for several years running.

 

saphism perhaps. The extension of sentiment to little

soft things that live in the walls, that will be dead through

the winter anyway. Why not? I have been accused of

everything else. Sis calls it the mirrors of my living.

The subshrubs that have dissected evergreen leaves

in my abstract forest. The clustered flower heads,

lacking ray flowers, that my first wife accused me

of stealing along with her stinky virginity. And i'm

not wanting for any sympathy because I was the saint

in that relationship and I have the scar over my left

eyebrow to prove it. But it is temptation and nothing

else, to look at the aspects of your own

philosophy.

Reviews

[Corset]

Did you know Lucky charms has at least * 8 * essential vitamins that the body really requires, and not only that but it also has dried up crunchy marshmallows, but what am I saying you obviously know that, I almost bust the seams out of my corset laughing and relating to this part, which I would be remiss if I didn't point at it and say I loved it ;)

"I mean, how often do we stand naked in front of

morrors and train our eyes to look at anything but

our favorite features? And if there was this

systemantics, science of classification, you would

just compare yourself to others your age and that

would be enough. And then quickly get dressed,

pretend nothing happened or run in another

part of the house or in the yard responding

sympathetically to nature's putrefaction and

hose the vichyssoise of the back deck the sparrows

leave behind or whichever is best. Whichever thing

is sweet or salty, honey-roasted or agreeable to the

mind."


I would point out also that mirrors might be misspelled but if it's MY mirror then a cross bred hybrid of the words mirror and horror would be a perfectly respectable word as morror, lol :)

[Steven]

'Why not? I have been accused
of everything else.'

Yes... right. there.

[Lena Rossmore]

This is an incredible piece of writing! I really liked all the thought it provoked