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Mirrors



Am I still a woman with one breast gone?
Hanging around one man too long
legs give in to knees I can't locate
Was it my spirit I ate when I cooked you dinner?
I try angles still the mirror is always square
Stare cross-eyed so sometimes I see two of me

Laughing at myself
crying for no one else

I am looking for the man in me
trying to figure out why the second syllable
was attached to my womb and

Today my body has no room for visitors, freeloaders or lovers
my frame holds fingerprints from being moved hanged on nails
displayed on white walls for decoration
I see you looking in me trying to find sanity in vanity
while combing through your hair
I break into pieces just to fuck with you
so you will think of me for seven more years
even if you're not good looking

Today I pressed my one breast against the glass/cut off one arm
bit off my one good bottom lip and
kissed myself the way you did
when I was considered a woman
bearer of children and water

My blood no longer colors the moon
No sperm will find a name
and I notice how woman it must be
to feel
Just like a man




Jessica Care Moore