Mental Spiraling

Mental Spiraling by Margarita Cavazos


The fractures of a mirror frame is what this life in search of truth feels like.

Like Dali’s Narcissus looking at you be an egg and a seed.

An end to a beginning.

Hear all truths and still cannot see.


Disordered personalities unlike the self.

Like a dream where you’re running in a field with no sense of direction.

Blind-folded pin the tail on the donkey.

It’s not me!

It’s not me!

Wake up.

Better bring in that hung laundry.


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