This is the closest I ever came to saying "I know."
Though I didn't always know.
Peep through and at times inhabiting.
I thought I saw you in a mirror
But it was smoke and ashes already
Breathing in tar and twisters.
And I, turning off the lights, looked back into darkness and anarchy,
Tying up my shirt to expose my milky belly
Tying and untying
Smoothing and unsmoothing
Crumpling like paper in a fire.
Iron out a clean soul or shake milk into butter whip.
Looking out at girls from the mirror.
I've been around a long time. I always was. I told you so.