Mirror psychosis

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︎︎︎ Sam Cooke

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︎ Oct 10, 2025

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Sometimes they turn up crazy
with flower-riddled compactor machine
to crush what is lifeless and unmoving
into animated dust
Sometimes they want to talk at the table
about the table and
the structural integrity of the table and
the material of the table and
alternative conversation topics
are ignored
Sometimes they send a package that
contains a miniature replica
of the table or
flowers mutilated by sulfuric acid or
filthy chainmail clogged with food scraps
Sometimes they send a letter
of threats and inflammatory sentiments
with perfect grammar and punctuation
Sometimes I notice them
across the street
with their magnetic frequency transistor
bloodless and immune to
the sanctity of what they manipulate
Sometimes they don’t show up at all
And sometimes they come to me
wordless and sincere
to bury their flowers
in my mud