from Village Carved from an Elephant's Tusk

She approaches the mirror as though she were visiting a prisoner. Examines her hard prisoner's features through the glass—the cheekbones of the prisoner. The unquestioning eyes. She touches the glass. The prisoner touches the inside of the glass. How much longer, the prisoner seems to ask, and soon she is crying, real tears. Again & again the prisoner opens and closes her mouth. No sound.


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