Vanity Mirror

by Becca Klaver

 

Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you’ve passed through

 

     the glass is water    there’s a timelag     on the other side  

 

           potions of belief         sandpaper for your doubts

 

          I traded it in                    & now they’re telling me

 

      to try             to get it back             to get it back different

 

as if a fire by the lake with a circle of girls smoking leaves

 

      from the forest floor         were possible now    

 

In the night stories too I am alone      strange people land water   

   

    a felled tree                   you either walk across or you don’t

 

I have to go on finding things where I don’t know to look

 

                                                 it hurts        

 

I prefer browsing              clicking                        piddling

 

                  twenty-seven             it’s time to choose     

 

      tighten all my bows                take big gulps of air

 

take stock take stock take stock        fingertips to the glass

 

before diving into the pool             where we listen watch wait

 

    speak underwater              in the light of practice