When standing naked, no mirror,
this is just me. Just me, justly
before a lover who breaks
this wholeness as if
he were a mirror
but with his mouth.
When you say I am beautiful
suddenly I stop being so
because you have claimed that.
from Our AndromedaFind it in the library
Copyright © 2012 Brenda Shaughnessy
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
