took my tongue in his beak and
pulled
slept on it while he
preened in the mirror
I plucked a feather from his back
and wore it in my hair
brought vultures calling like
something had died
Narcissus took my ink
and told me to carve it in stone
then he took my stone
and told me to carve it in me
I am scattered, scarred
by his reflection in the water
stood staring so long he became an old man
stood staring so long that i took my tongue and ran.
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