talking in a mirror
talking in a mirror is a difficult thing.
throwing words at it
so that they would be reflected like the light,
dispersing their flesh in the four winds.
when you look at yourself in the mirror
always say true things –
only they dissolve in the air like the dust.
the lies though sink in the folds of the mirrors
like your body in living sands,
and even if after a while you don’t see yourself anymore,
because of you the sands
are one inch higher,
and the silver on the back of the mirror makes even for less
than thirty coins.
© 2015 Liliana Negoi
originally written in Romanian