Ode to a Mirror
Oh mirror, I understand what the Greek boy meant
When he leaned toward his reflection in the pool.
Lips flushed, eyes dark, neck bent,
Knowing then that love makes all men fools.
You’ve made me needy, mirror, with your glassy wiles
I want with every glimpse to see soft skin,
To conjure up that quick well-studied smile,
And keep Narcissus company in his sin.
I catch your gaze after a sleepless night.
Oh mirror, you’ll twist my thoughts with spiteful care,
From nymph to hag, and so from fair to fright,
I duck my head down low, lest people stare.
Angela Qian | ’20