mute

Your imaginary pets would let a paper napkin flutter
over the mountains destroyed by snow and clouds.
Mirrors are everywhere. Mirrors reflect the eyes of God
dissolved in tequila: one, two, three, four, twenty five,
sixteen, ninety seven, fifty eight… Sometimes mirrors forget
about everything they own, sometimes they sell it wholesale
to Hobby Lobby. All kinds of creatures disappear, mute.

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