Tom Beckett
Notes Between Notes
Touching myself
I touch
Someone else
*
Looking in
That fucking
Mirror I
Can’t remember
When I
Saw you last
*
The strangeness
In the mirror
Is what
One fears most
*
The seam
Between what
Is seen
And felt
Reams me
It’s unseemly
*
Two
               Steps
                              Over
               The threshold of sense
                                                            One step
Back
*
You say
I’m full
Of myself
Not true
We’re full
Of others
You keep
Repeating myself
*
All of us
Possessed & porous
Pointlessly sutured
Against the wet
*
In the end
It is how
Speech balloons
Deflate as
Avatars squeak
*
I hear
Fret buzz
In that
Last stanza
*
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Touching myself
I touch
Someone else
*
Looking in
That fucking
Mirror I
Can’t remember
When I
Saw you last
*
The strangeness
In the mirror
Is what
One fears most
*
The seam
Between what
Is seen
And felt
Reams me
It’s unseemly
*
Two
               Steps
                              Over
               The threshold of sense
                                                            One step
Back
*
You say
I’m full
Of myself
Not true
We’re full
Of others
You keep
Repeating myself
*
All of us
Possessed & porous
Pointlessly sutured
Against the wet
*
In the end
It is how
Speech balloons
Deflate as
Avatars squeak
*
I hear
Fret buzz
In that
Last stanza
*