Please if you haven't already done so, please contribute a line of verse to
the following collaboration ---
When I look in the mirror
my privilege is invisible
and a small black beetle wanders down the glass, aimless
as a gray sky passing
through stormclouds,
and I face the facets of my opposites
that draw me from myself
to new climates, rainforests of misbelief, a citrus...
born good independent and equal
to break into a hundred thousand flaws
on a shifting panel of sadness
where the mirrorweed claims the murder bird as its kind
Ernest Slyman
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