I Bought A Mirror

It focuses on the paste
covering you like a spoon
and avoids the fixity of your body;
but when i think about what happens
to desperate good people i know
i go blank as an unused oven.

i think about the lasting breath
of the outward physics of horror
instead of the meadows of your mouth;
and when i resume digging ditches
or faxing my soul I -
see, I can't even finish a sentence.