The rectangular mirror
Reveals a form untamed by geometry;
A gurgling shape.
I stare at my eyes.
My eyes draw me
Out as they stare me out
Spilling shapeless over form.
I see my eye.
A single eye with possessions
From both parents,
Deposited in me; temporary safekeepings.
Not my own, my own existence -
I shift shape between man and woman
Lingering along lines,
Uncertain, certainly not defined.
On silent nights, when sound is a fragile friend
Waiting to exist in its own right,
Is that me, you hear, gurgling into amorphous unity?