“Mirror,” a Poem by Jana Prikryl

I dreamt they took my shoulder, the left onebut my arm was still attached, the joina thing I was unable

I only knew of it, so mind drew a pictureof me in the placereorganized

Yet I saw it and I’m seeing it now as I tell youI’d rather not discuss it butrelevant, potentially

Like that time the day pulled its costume onso it could tell you thisin sequins

And while it changed it turned away from the mirrorit even covered itself when passing before the mirroras if its reflection might have some powermight step out as the thing itself, the night