Electric Windmill Issue No. 006 - Electric Windmill Press

I hurry back to the halfway house where you left me; I will waityour return, put the milk on ice and decide my prospects.Appraise myself in the highest mirror.A figure at the door makes me race; it is your brother usingyour key,alone he bags belongings from your bedside locker.I watch him through the upstairs window.This window is my looking glass where I see myself in jade.I still linger where last we fought; my fingers slip frombottle neck, a hemorrhage on the ground.I remain in carpet crumples; eyes pleading with the mirrorin the bedroom, coat belt found around my neck,you tightened it, kept me here forever.8