Borrowed Reflection

Like a cabbagetown rubby reaching for the copper on Bleeker Street

Like a coconut commoner combing through the needles on any beach

Like you want to know

What you need to know

Smiling to the camera

Looking for the window that no one sees

I want to go walking

Walking with you

Like a calico mother waiting for the moment to hold her knees

Like my borrowed reflection crawls into the space of an empty sheet

Like the world is your buoy

And the moon is your defense

Like the horror of the naked eye

Looking at the mark of a leaky pen

Cover me with pomegranates

Till I see my royal partner

I will be the queen of spades

Then I will measure time

As if it flowed from mirrors

Under heaven's wake

Like a blood-borne baby squints into the light and begins to breathe

Like the moment I close my eyes on the edge of sleep

Like the rumour of joy

Or the musings of grief

Dance with me a second time

Till I feel the blood in my feet