Tom Beckett



Stanzas
Are rooms

Contained in
A mirror.

This wall’s
A mirror.

How many
Rooms can

A sentence
Be? Within

And without
You I

Shudder to
Think.



~


The forces
Left behind

In things —
Shades of

Color, swollen
Clouds — rise

To the surface
Of a language

Of noncoincidence.

Flowers of speech
Wilt and leak.



~


Eyes cannot
Contain what

They see.

Mirrors are
Water. Stanzas

Are colanders.
Drip. Drip.





Tom Beckett lives, writes, and will likely die, in Kent, Ohio.
 
 
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