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Date Posted: 17:05:06 02/27/02 Wed
Author: Porthos
Subject: Girl at the Mirror

Girl at the Mirror
-After Rockwell

Her white dress hangs
From her shoulders
Like a corn husk,
Bleached in the sun.
Knees together, she sits
On a red stool
Facing a mirror.
The white ruffles
Barely cover her knees,
Legs shooting from
The snowy folds,
Hairless and thin.
Her arms do the same,
Elbows resting on her lap,
Slender limbs bending to
Form a V that her chin
Sits on. Her face
Glows in the dim
Light breaking
It’s way in through
The drawn curtains.
Soft brown eyes
Like coffee beans.
Nose, the stem of
A daisy. And her
Mouth, a rose petal
Folded in half,
Ends curling away
From each other.
Her dark hair is braided
And put up on her head
Like a litter of chocolate lab
Pups nuzzling in a heap.
Next to her toes, attached
To her feet like nursing
Piglets, sits a red brush
And a white comb
And a tube of red lipstick.
Her doll lays face down
Next to the mirror,
Arms stiff behind
Its back, drowning
In the green carpet.
A magazine, open
To a picture of a woman,
Beautiful by Hollywood
Standards, rests atop
The girl’s thighs. She stares
Into the mirror, stares at
Her features: rose lips
Turned slightly down,
Coffee beans sadly reflecting
The soft light in the room.

The woman in the magazine
Just made love, if you can
Call it that, to her agent.
Now they both lay on
Her king size bed
In Los Angeles.
All dolled up, she let him
Touch her all over,
Let him cast off her
White satin dress.
He told her she was
Beautiful, told her with
A confident voice,
Reassuring like a father.
She let the words tickle
Her ear drums
And they drummed
Her brain into letting
This man whom she
Didn’t love kiss her
Naked body.
Afterwards she laid there
Still, and let his words
Wash over her again and
Again.

The girl, on her little red
Stool, in her simple room,
In front of her big mirror
Evaluates her form,
Traces her figure
Before letting her eyes
Meet her eyes
And she decides
She needs a bath.

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