Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Your disgustwas such a mirrorand in itI hungashamed skinover disagreeing bones
Once Again I LiedOnce again I lied,though I didn’t mean to.The face in my mirrorlooks back at me accusingly.Everywhere I am crucifiedby strangers who know mebetter than myself.April 28, 2000
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Your disgust
was such a mirror
and in it
I hung
ashamed skin
over disagreeing bones
Once Again I Lied
Once again I lied,
though I didn’t mean to.
The face in my mirror
looks back at me accusingly.
Everywhere I am crucified
by strangers who know me
better than myself.
April 28, 2000
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