Daniel Barkley
The Other
“mirrors are
filling with smiles”
—Sylvia Plath
Kindness
The other glides—
Around the house
Otherness can be
So refreshing
Otherwise—
I’d be stuck with
Just myself to
Blow smoke rings
In other words—
Words are windows
Mirrors for others
To see themselves
It’s not really a—
Cure for anything
Other than getting
Bored with oneself
Otherness is—
A necessary thing
Like smoking jewels
And coincidences
Here they come—
Arrows of mercy
The blood jet is poetry
Boss Cupid the Archer
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