The Coming Mirrors

My body thickens in a stem

climbing aloud to keep you here.

My belly thickens like a stem,

my belly is tethered by your days.

Come in, come in, my strong darling.

I’m still a pane of airy glass.

My breasts go heavy to meet you here.

My body turns in place of clouds,

I grow like a pane of open glass.

My body is a forest floor

where needles blend to keep you here.

My belly thickens like a stem.

Come in, come in,  my last darling,

and let the coming mirrors pass.

“The Coming Mirrors” is reprinted from Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003).