"Sometimes the mannequins get behind my eyes
I feel them tugging the strings
of my nerves
playing with my mechanisms
They make themselves at home in the lumber room of my skull.."
James Knight's latest collection of poems and prose poems takes the reader to the other side of the mirror, where the Bird King reigns and mannequins are more real than people.
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