On the other side of the mirror I see that poisoned life, each molecule built so backward even the water became poison.
More precisely: thrashed in the spiral seawater makes between rocks.
Butterfly, web history, thyroid, locked phone, the spill of tablets on the kitchen counter, I carried your child.
Reduced to evidence, the state sees your point: Hispanic female, 35, 208 lbs.
The summer deck is filling with riotous rain pouring down from your hands,
I think. I’m terrible at these supernatural images and you wouldn’t like if I kept it up.
I know you are trying to water the plants, and the seedlings and all of everything
I might have neglected for the last three months while I’m here fucking it all up.