Transformations

I coaxed her – he says the black bear I tamed her

first I threw my bread at her then my head

Now I am the bear and I am the mirror

I sit on the chair I take care of my nails

I paint them red or yellow I see them I like them

I cannot touch anything I’m afraid of death

I turn the chain of my neck into a crown and

I place it on my forehead Now what could I do?

I must keep my head high and always

gaze upward However at midnight

in my new sleeplessness in whichever way I walk

I hear my footsteps echoing down through the trapdoor

where the other chains hang from the walls

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