Mirror Fragments
I don't feel so good today. Sorry...
"You're beautiful," I tell her in the nights--and we dance.
"Come chase me," she says, in the mornings, as the light washes out my face.
"But I don't know where that path will lead me, while the others watch my stride,"
"We cannot lead a life alone." I add, holding her hand in the mirror.
"I will bite their ankles, and shoo them away," she promises.
"I don't want that!" I protest, trying to put words to her image.
"Touch me, then." She says through the glass.
"I cannot touch you." I retort. "You are but my hopes."
"Make me solid." she begs.
"I'm trying." I complain. "There's so much to learn, and so few voices want to teach!"
"I'm fading." she proclaims.
"So am I." I whisper, tracing my fingers down the glass.
Here stands me, this noxious creature.
At my reflection, another, more noxious--shaped around alien ideals:
Womanhood that wags its tail at me.
There are few voices that reach out to us both, and we begin to think we're both crazy.
Only her fierce tenacity--this motherly urge to survive--
And my aloof routine, and cryptic hobbies, hold us together
We are ephemeral genderlings--kyuubi no kitsune
Fragments of a psyche, that thirst for love.
Man and woman, glued together by fox.
Help us with kindness, please, someone.