Dear Mirror,

 the Last Time I look at you,

I'll look at how my gray lashes complement

gray brows complement

oily slabs of yellows.

Looking like a Furie—spun threads of time spinning at my fingertips—

I'll laugh at how the gold glistening in thread once resembled

my skin; now a

beauty beyond color; now a  

Platonic Love,

 Baby-

 The Last Time I look at you,

I'll taunt ya.

get too close, a kiss away, force you to

reveal,

every bend and wrinkle in my skin;

Make ya show the mud—Mama Earth

collected in my pores.

Then I'll lick ya

 Yes-

 The Last Time I look at you,

I'll entrap you with a passion locked kiss—

Eros can't touch this—

Because the Last Time I look at you

my tongue will graze your face, glass-

like; slick.

and I'll forgive

you

for the mockery, the deceit (the chase), our competition:

the one time I tripped when you infatuated me with my flawfulness,

the times I spat toothpaste at you as I sang,

the time you made me poke my eye with a mascara wand,

that time I practiced

Professing a love in front of you,

you thought it was you I was serenading,

it was only my reflection-

 Last Time looking at my reflection-

 the Last Time I look at you,

I'll hum as my body caves in.

Grip the faucet as something sprouts on my chicken bones-

Grit my teeth as sprout buds

 —'bout to blossom-

 Cuz the Last Time I look at you,

I'll stomp wrinkly feet on the floor as wings

unfurl from the fern of my spine.

Fluff up my feathers the texture of Old Lady Skin

Weep at the beauty been long-last unfolding-

Last Time I’ll  look at you?

I’ll flap my wings and you’ll Break.