These words—

On the tip of my tongue

They slide off

Fly off into the sun

 

And no one

No one ever can come

Between me and

Who I see

In the mirror

Back at me

 

I’m undone

By the sun

It burns my tongue

Sealed off

Sealed closed

I locked myself up

For the repose

 

I suppose

The more I be

The dream I dream

I could be

Who I see