Kevin McLellan


the mirror / look yourself
in the eye / a dull light

on inside / as if go ahead

and are you alone both beg
for forgiveness / each

unwilling to meet halfway

/ not unlike the peeling
aluminum siding during

gale-force / some strips

shimmying away from
the fašade / others cling

to wood / the shimmer

insistent and the inability
to denature light

puts you at the window

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