NaPM April 13, 2017

[kolemath]

Alone and Drugs

I can see my eye
in the bathroom mirror.
It is a reflection,
the opposite,
not really what it looks
like, a lie, "Impostor!"
I yell at it.
The pupil narrows
as I move closer to the light
over the sink,
full dilation to a grain of black sand
in Tahiti, the ocean pulling it away,
widening, narrowing, widening pupil,
nodding head, rocking, slamming
into the mirror.
Glass splashes where I dive in.
Here I go.

Down.