(I’ve written for twenty-five straight days; twenty-six if I include “Ballerina.”  This is new…)

Another new song from a group called Elbow.  This is a live orchestral performance of it.

The paper is glass
I fill in my reflection
The uneasiness of the sound of the utensil takes some getting used to

I’m careful
But not too careful
Sketches are supposed to be rough
And I don’t want that weariness lost

I draw everything
Every lash
Every scar
Every flake of eczema on my forehead
Because I want it to be completely accurate
Even if I erase
I want the smudges to remain
Since I can’t start over in the real thing, anyway.

And when I look over my poems
My self-portraits
I want them to be a reflection of me.