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December 04, 2023

Mirrorground Fair Narcissus

By Kushal Poddar

Mirrorground Fair Narcissus

(To Steve Sassmann)

In the funhouse mirror, stuck
in those infinite births,
I see the distortions of me.

Fairground grass eats my ankles,
so do
the ice follies and other narcissus.

I touch the glass; it gurgles, streams
a river of whisky;
under his distilled breath the ticket man
says that I can cross it
but for that charges will be extra.

This year too, I may not dare.

Article © Kushal Poddar. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-08-21
Image(s) are public domain.
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