a mirror, an old one
waves in the glass & mercury lining worn
it has become an unbearable likeness
time will do that
– it gets dust-tarnished, effeted of it’s luster
she’s depleted of sustanence
she withdraws from her marrow
she lies exhausted from feasts made main course of, yet
she feels the pull to regenerate
her adequacies
so that tomorrow
her suitor can dine again
in her looking glass existence
_____________________________ dld o8.16.1o