Forgotten Synonyms for Mimicry

in the interim I said a prayer for my looking glass
and imagined the sketches sunlight would spread on a

bedroom floor until my mushy mind palpitated while
trying to envision the inverted interior of a piano

spread like a constellation along the consecrated
space of rural Georgia south of Suches

each snapped-off wire would map an impossible river
a theoretical flow on the actual ground


the biplane touches down by an act of negative
culpability and a painter figuring nearby fields

finds a yellow that explodes her conception of
the way daffodils render their flayed edges

cast into the shapes of contingency against
the problem of grass growing and the problem

of ink stains that soak into my retinas and overlay
the shore I see with the image of another shore

Connor Fisher is the author of The Isotope of I (Winter 2021, Schism Press) and four poetry and hybrid chapbooks. He has an MFA from the University of Colorado at Boulder and a Ph.D. in Creative Writing and English from the University of Georgia. His poetry has appeared in journals including Denver Quarterly, Random Sample Review, Tammy, Oxidant|Engine, Tiger Moth Review, and Clade Song. He currently lives and teaches in northern Mississippi.