Mirror Box - Fiction

That one’s it

That one looks much better than this

And the heads on the screen

Are nodding yes

That looks new

That looks like it’s never been touched back

But this thing is covered in fingerprints

To fall off and to be carried

Over, out and round

There’s time in your heart

But it’s not now

To fall off and to be carried

Round and back again

Sat in the palm of a phantom hand

The stomach’s first

But the stomach sees inaccurately

You tell it to rumble quietly

Tell it straight

In honesty

You never did know better

From worse

From acceptable

From intolerable

To fall off and to be carried

Over, out and round

There’s time in your heart

But it’s not now

To fall off and to be carried

Round and back again

Sat in the palm of a phantom hand

When is best and where is best to talk?

You talk