Breathe in, breathe out
“The False Mirror” by René Magritte Poetry is breathing Outside A half-bottle has been floating for weeks on the canal. Inside so much silence is crammed into one room, cut into pieces to digest easier. Outside My lover cuts carrots and accidentally his finger falls. Inside exhilarated, a dog wags his tail over my wounds which open and open largely erupting like volcanoes with blood. Outside a boy tiptoes on the thin ice it breaks and his leg sticks inside. Layers of flaky skin snowing, flashing over the world. Outside An eyelid closes and opens, protects and reveals. Outside a spider’s leg in the window left ajar. Inside. Intermezzo———— Outside Waiting- keep a fish trap in one hand, a knife in the other. Never eat your trophy. Inside s...
