Fear for the Other Reflection

Emily Hooper had it right
to give up on me
and stay away,
like the flowers dying in May.

I am just
a dumb dumb
with my foot
in the fire.

Nothing in my rearview pocket
and an eye-full
of humming birds,
fluttering.

I can't sing
and I cant save myself,
so I die,
so I why.