Mirrors
Poetry

Mirrors

She’s thready as pulled caramel; She’s all-day-sucker chinned; neck licorice-long, under a gumdrop head; marshmallow-bellied; knees blown bubblegum and popped. Convex, concave, the funhouse mirrors curl a silver tongue around her, like a twist of soft ice cream licked into shape. Now she’ll go dance with them, behind the bathroom door, inside the closet, homing … Continue reading