Reflections in her mirror
She eyes them alone in her room
Standing in her black bra
Watching the curve of her stomache suspiciously
She is all dark eyes and sucking in

She imagens there is a he on her bed
With brow skin
His copper skin that glows
From a swallowed sun
Such skin
Like the tea in her mug on Sundays
Not like her skin
Her soggy paper skin
Her faded memory skin

He watches her from the bed
Tangled in her sheets
With his eyes

He would stand up
And place his tea hand
On her tummy
And shake his head
No need for sucking in

Reflections in her mirror
She is left alone
With reflections in her mirror
And
Soggy paper skin