reflections in the mirror are
tin foil sheets of leftover warmth,
the arrogant glint of white light on a knife,
lavish jewels worth more than pearls
and distorting, roaring river water,
white and hissing:
the albino tiger.
[the tears of the albino tiger
are an unabating flow of the burden
of staying alive
the albino tiger is
a silver-bleeding zebra
in disguise]
reflections in the white tiger river
crash through rock worn smooth
by the water's meticulous chisel
and bring us back to diamond earrings
and crystal chandeliers
when you were still here;
my albino tiger.
