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after Study for a Portrait, Francis Bacon, 1952
what can I say of my self / I have forgotten
everything / I meant to be what eyes are left
to be met in these rooms I empty / I quiet
to not know what I look toward or why
I burn unmirrored / these rooms know
how you residue every corner / emptied
to shadow / do you think I like living this way
look at me even evening unveils into a holding
you can hold me to the frame if you want me
to stay / I can pretend I know not what you are
what I am no longer looks for me / but you always do
what can I say of my self / I have forgotten
everything / I meant to be what eyes are left
to be met in these rooms I empty / I quiet
to not know what I look toward or why
I burn unmirrored / these rooms know
how you residue every corner / emptied
to shadow / do you think I like living this way
look at me even evening unveils into a holding
you can hold me to the frame if you want me
to stay / I can pretend I know not what you are
what I am no longer looks for me / but you always do
Taylor Brunson is a poet living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Her work has recently been featured in Non.Plus Lit, perhappened, and warning lines mag. She serves as an assistant poetry editor for Four Way Review and an assistant nonfiction editor for Nashville Review. Taylor can be found on Twitter, @taylor_thefox.