Apr 7, 2022
1 min read
Brow Catches Fire
On seeing myself in the oil lamp
Blue smoke billows
from the corner of my mouth.
Eyes fixed, intent on yellow glare,
Into the reflection of a lamp I stare.
Blown glass and faded weary light
render my face contorted.
Brow catches fire, cheek is concave,
and the imagery is all lost
with the burden of…
