Narcissus Poem by Diana Thoresen

Echo, you dizzy tramp
I'm searching for my soul
Echo, I won't white picket fence my heart
Inside your Jackie bag with brown rusty nails

I'm searching for my soul
Mirror images from the train windows kidnap me
I'm a white hermetic monstrosity
The earth bleeds every spring
I steal the souls of things with my camera

O the awful love-pain of water reflections
O the terrible grace I'm courting
Confucius, go away

My Heathcliff gaze finally meets
The white apophyllite eye of my tetragonal soul
A thousand full moons exfoliate me like a leaf

Grow my paperwhites in water rather than soil
Put me next to a bright window before I'm gone