Looking in the mirror To see if you had looked at me Who looked at you? Who looked at you? No one, specifically The world only gets smaller And then you become a stranger A stranger to yourself An unknown complainer New York calls to me All eight million at once An overdose of sorts No eyes to feed or want San Francisco exiled me The fruit that ate the females A flaming sword held aloft To strike me when my pen fails The paranoia in context I always stutter when I speak No one hears or sees my body covered in In bleach (Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror Looking in the—looking in the—looking in the mirror Looking in the mirror, looking in the—looking in the mirror Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror, looking—)