Living this deep in the wilderness,
seeing a person is more dangerous
than a wild animal, nothing
for miles but the cicadas’ anniversary
until I catch sight of myself
reflected in the kitchen window, alcohol
until I catch sight of myself
reflected in the kitchen window, alcohol
solid on my lips, and think it is
someone else. How, like a dream,
all the world’s characters
someone else. How, like a dream,
all the world’s characters
