Snorting our lives on the mirror of time,
forced to look into one mind’s eye
line by line.
a pocket dusted
a sprinkling of
only illuminated by
seeping down the sinuses,
nasal drippings mixed with tears
are wiped with sleeves that smear,
pock marks and acne scars
are the divots on the surface,
in order for more staring contests,
ojo y ojo.