It’s a bit hard to see
behind the reflection
right there
that mirror, a deceiver
a story teller
who says:
In the morning,
With your empty stomach
height untouched by gravity,
come stare–
will the next 24 hours
as experienced by this body
be carved to memory?
Behind the reflection
under the light
these outstretched hands
granite shaded, rough edged silhouette
grasping for float glass,
and eyes shut–
locked in.
Untouchable
Lucy Zhang 