A lace bracelet on a wrist
crisscrossed with tracks.
The floor creaking
under the creek in the hallway.
My sister of smoke and silence is swimming.
I am shattering my mirror,
performing surgery with
The fractured image-
image of eye roving over my man,
a leg stretching exhausted.
To remove the thought
I must cut deeply.
Mirror glass is such a rough tool.
I see and my seeing is reflected
back to me.