On one side
of the oblong mirror
framed in silver and peridot,
I am your woman.
You are my man.
We ride for hours in my cozy Packard
under Cassiopeia and the Little Bear,
listening to staticky fados
and spot-off weather reports
while talking with touches.
It’s the way it should be,
it must be.
Or maybe you are my woman,
and I am your man,
as I piece together the shards,
the glimmers,
the nuances of the mirror’s other face.
Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada. Adrian’s poetry has appeared in Dodging the Rain, Red Fez, Amaryllis, The Remembered Arts Journal, Squawk Back and others.
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