Alex Houen |
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Driving Home Narcissus
Seeing reed in water’s hieroglyph for question sprouting screen
Nibbling at the bare bones of it, I can tell some of this saliva’s
So it wouldn’t be fair to say you were doing nothing. No.
So I see. Clusters of tiny bubbles floating in your eye fluid,
look—
And in that fatal moment your reflection in the windscreen’s an exit Now you’re out of your shell, listen.
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Alex Houen lives in Sheffield, UK, where he teaches English literature. He once won the Festival of Sydney Poetry Cup, but doesn’t like to talk about it. |
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