The Mirror

I

She looks at herself in the clean mirror.

Is she clean? Maybe her hair, her ankles. Perhaps her body is well washed.

The bathroom is her sanctuary. Not because she likes to see herself there. Well, because you… have to.

It is so quiet there, and they give her time.

So she comes to herself with a deep sigh and sees the deposit on the mirror, which soon disappears, as if the mirror wants to be ready for the sacred moment: the wailing.

II

“We’ve waited so long for her to show up.”

Here I am. Are you as bewildered as I am? Just focus on the essence of this case, will you?

You can’t blame me for doing our things. As the mirror has shown: the way to salvation is easy.

It’s not about what’s on the inside, it’s about the outside world. Let us show what has been hidden for so long. Let’s not shy away from doing business.

Poetry and business lie close to one another.

Have you looked at us in the mirror? Has it not shown you who we are? It is a delicate path toward denial.

I’m not beautiful, or am I?

III

The sacred wailing is a party. It’s like the finest chocolate melting in my mouth. It’s the best thing:

the world has had enough.

What are these clothes for? Is the wailing not the finest moment of the day? When the tears roll we roll.

Pack your suitcase and move out, ‘cause solitude is the way, seeing as it pushes me to love.

Close your mouth, let me fix this for you: your lips are cold. You’re frightened, I’ll kneel for you.

Show me your feet and I’ll tell you who you are, who we are. Are you bejewelled, for whom? You are the jewel.

IV

Sacred weather outside. Rain.

Close the window and listen. Stop clenching your jaw.

What I wish for? You. I’ve told you I love you.

Side by side we’ll quench our thirst, trust me?

The eyeliner is the guide, seeing as it is close to your dark eyes. But have they not stopped seeking yet?

Get up and smell the ashes. We’re savants at this point. Let us ponder what is left of our lives and smile.

Smile.