This is an etheree/mirror poem, via Open Write. I used the prose poem “Vintage Vanity” by Terrance Hayes for the text on which I built the poem.
Inks
of rain;
Life, described,
then realigned –
fits between lines in
unanimous silence;
Choose a word, then a moment,
to edit, design, distribute,
as nothing burns outside our bodies:
poetry as broken intimacy
Peace (and ink),
Kevin