Calliope
she said her name out loud
in front of mamaw’s
mirror
just to see the sounds
four syllables
made
then she did it again
mouth smeared pink
by lipstick found
buried
in the left middle drawer
behind old letters
both stuck there
by experience’s glue, by
the trappings we each make
playing childhood
games
in reality’s mirror
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Love the lilt of the starting lines and was surprised where you took us.
Wonderful snippet!
Loved the imagery