by D.W. Baker
Proverbs 27:19
My mama said it was just
a part of growing up, as
natural as spring water,
learning how sin reflects
itself in others. How the
mirrored angle in my face
signifies an affect, so
quickly I consider it one
beside myself, not human—
yet only of the heart—
an urge that reflects
not my body, but another—
Eraserhead
inner meter
angel clock
outer layer
quantum blocks
conscious modem
autotunes
network-coded
locus runes
curving function
senses bounded
ego’s thread
dreaming junction
recompounding
fountainhead
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D.W. Baker is a poet from St. Petersburg, Florida. His poems appear in The Cincinnati Review, Plague Circus Press, ballast, and BRUISER, among others, and have received nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. His reviews and essays appear in Variant Lit, Philly Poetry Chapbook Review, Panorama, and more. He is the author of Love's the Burning Boy and co-author of (e)laments. See more of his work at www.dwbakerpoetry.com