28 March 2011

the burden of showing people who they really are

i see myself in an owl
     with pink felt fur and flower eyes
and tiny hearts etched into
     the backs 
               of his ears and on his belly, 
                           charcoal squiggle lines
he presses his orange wings tight 
to his downy chest, his beak dipped and round
like the top half of an exclamation point
                                          he carries a mirror
                       buried in his spine

1 comment:

Francis Scudellari said...

Great image, and I love the ending.