Mourning Glory by K Lecker

looking in the mirror again- forehead on cool
glass- twisted brambles behind her, begging
the reflection to tell her what it sees
waiting hours gathering behind her-a gossamer
hurricane of time hurling between patience
and pensiveness brittle sighs falling on
the bathroom tiles- a soft clicking- then
nothing- and the light dims a strongman from
the circus,arms wide and looming now sunk
into a comfy chair, swallowed in a lazyboy-
no more carnival and the light dims- a soft
petal touch on her neck, sapphire lips and
hazel laughter chameleons embrace to match
her mood- now a razor scratch of airy cotton,
an empty bed, unrelenting bold colors of
insomnia- and the light dims- one ticket to
cradle the strongman, one for the freakshow
of her bed, head against the mirror, can't
afford the fairs' fare- cold night wakening
and the light dims