i wish you a reflection
so i could conjure you to life
and shape your outline
with my fingers as you
spun and spun around
and around
like the clay on a
rotating sun
or more fitting perhaps
i would chisel
speak my anger with
sharp shards that shook my
hand with each blow
and reverberated
i'd twizzle the knobs
and change the aperture
manipulate size, crop
out what i did not like
copy in
the parts i deemed necessary
adjust the focus so that
you would be just
blurry
enough
to seem real