ENNS THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

MIRROR MIRROR

I crash my wheelchair into the dresser, my
mirror jumps, sweeps the CDs off the top
of the stereo lands just so, not breaking,
landing enough on the bed not to shatter,
but shuddering loose in the frame, with nothing
 to reflect except the spackled ceiling. My mirror rests,
no more selves to see, nothing but ceiling –
no coupling to reflect.

Gimli – 2021

KELOWNA 2023

Our bathroom mirror jumped on me as I was preparing to shave. Showing my agility and strength I caught the looking at glass between my forearm and in my hands, squeezing fortunately nothing broke. Steadying the mirror, I passed through into another realm, where living was easy with enough doctors and doorways, specialists, and medicine, clean water, work and love for everyone.” ~ Victor Enns

“What are you, some kind of hippie?” says my pejorative self. “This quote below is the one in the book, published book, still in print, I might add through my adding is risky, and I dare not talk about my subtraction. My subtracting is impossible.

“And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.”
~ Lewis Carroll

 HOOKED ON BELIEVING

 Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

SIX IMPOSSIBLE THINGS TO BELIEVE BEFORE BREAKFAST

Coffee will be made for me as perfect as paradise
Clifford Brown does not die in a mid-century car crash
but plays on as perfect as paradise in Paris, France.

My physical and mental health restored perfect as paradise.
Leonard Cohen, having conquered pain, returns from the dead
to sing AVALANCHE at the LOOK show, as perfect as paradise.

There are orgasms in heaven, as perfect as paradise, (of course)
My anxiety closet will be cleared by a stuffy cat, leaping
a new life on my chest, purring as perfect as paradise.

I’m good to go.

 

– Victor Enns

April 27, 2022

DO ME SOME IMPOSSIBLE THING

Never been heard or seen
before I have seen it. Awe shucks,
almost heard it, but I’m not wearing
my hearing aids. Nearly caught
a glimpse but I’m not wearing
my looking glasses, so lie to me instead.
I’ll believe you.

 

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