2016 AWP Exquisite Corpse: Day One

No matter how many mirrors are arranged together 

When you turn away, do they?

Are they always following you like that?

Or perhaps the opposite is true –

The loss that roots within every gain

Roots grown deep below the parties

Of Florida mangroves 

In fractured nocturnal wonder

She doesn’t want to participate in the mess 

All things come to this – she can only run the things.

And run and run and breathe and breathe

But after awhile, everyone has to stop running (which doesn’t mean stop breathing)

Though it may translate into growing gills and becoming

These things we thought we shed when we were born.