ways of living IV.

na.

not sure what time of day

it is any longer---not sure

which self to act with these

days---not sure which part

of this individual is broken

up into the most pieces,

but each piece seems to

evolve quickly into a different

person for each occasion,

like a light switch that comes

on & off, like a line of lips

that bounces up & down

from smile to frown, with

different hairstyles, with

different looks, with the ability

to leave this world for a while,

with the ability to find a

way coasting along the wave

of all these discombobulated

selves, that make sense only

in the reflection of a mirror

that has already been smashed

on the ground, flushed out into

scattered jagged bits.