Mirror Talk Rebecca Linton Litrus Staff Writer Hello.
I know you’re in there.
Your voice changes
to fit the coercion of the day.
You collect my thoughts
like pool balls in a rack.
Conjure me one last
I know it’s in you.
yes.
I used to think you were the devil, Ace.
In the name of Jesus Christ
I command you to leave this place.
Now there’s writing everywhere
as it covers the walls and runs down the halls.
I can’t open the doors,
and I can’t beat the floor enough
to bring you back.
Who is writing this poem?
you
or
me?
You want the truth?
I will see to it.