Poetry: Selections from Kate Lincoln
Mirrors
Mirrors have become
my enemy:
revealing truths that
I spend hours avoiding.
Haunted images are
reflected in the
many glasses.
The person I see
is not who I
expected to become.
Lemon Tree
When I was a child,
we had a lemon tree
that always bloomed
in December.
Its limbs would droop
with the weight
of frosty citrus,
ignoring Winter’s command
to remain barren.
Oh, how I long
to be that lemon tree.
suicide at 2:00pm
what do you do
when you find out
your Big
tried to kill herself
in the middle of the day?
usually, that’s the kind of thing
that happens at night,
you know?
in the darkness, where it can
hide from the harsh light of day.
but today, at 2:00pm,
i found out
that my Big
tried to kill herself.
in case you care:
she didn’t succeed.
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