“Narcissus at Work” by Stephen Jackson

Slouching
outside the window
at the B&O Espresso,
hair brilliant orange,
beautiful — junkie
skinny, heroin
thin, lost in torrents
of sun and
his own reflection —
I’d watch him
watch himself, as if
watching myself
in a giant mirror, he’d
hold me there
till someone came
to break the spell
say, Get to work
he’d raise his hands
above his head,
his pants hung
loose, near-exposing
his sex — I’d
break the mirror
in my head and
catch him falling

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Stephen Jackson lives in Seattle, WA. His poems have been published in Impossible ArchetypeThe Ibis Head Review, and HelloHorror.

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