Blue Dresses & Amen

I used to talk to myself in the mirror
all the time, for such long times
that I would begin to see not myself talking 
but the mouth in the mirror, 
which by then I had watched too long
to call mine. I did this in need for sound
at a time when I’d been living alone 
shut back in the hills.  
So who’s the crazy broad I would say.
Or Brilliance isn’t always manifest.

Once a man with an Amen look
warned me not to use the mirror at all 
in my song. It was the year I wore 
blue dresses. I put my arms into them like sky
& walked out while he looked 
out the window. 

Lynne Knight | Bone Gathering
Contents | Mudlark No. 62 (2017)