sweet mirror

i have been feeding my mirror
turkish delight. i have been
feeding my mirror honey.
i have been plucking my eyebrows
& day-dreaming about a park i used 
to walk to in the old times when 
the mirror was just a way to feast.
i haven't worn makeup earnestly 
in years but sometimes before a shower
my partner will put lipstick on me.
i prefer the strange colors. the mirror
eats us & leaves nothing but bones.
when i was younger i used to cut mirrors
into cootie catchers. who loves me?
who wants to feed me? i could eat
a whole bag of grocery store bagels
in one sitting. the raisin & cinnamon kind.
i like my sad music loud & my horrors
in mason jars. just a sniff. one big huge
icicle is dangling from the roof.
i joke with my brother "what if it fell
& cut us in half?" i cannot drive so he takes me
to a little fun house where 
all the mirrors are sour or bitter. 
i turn into a worm. no one loves me.
he turns into a girl & i tell him,
"isn't that easier?" it is true what 
the conservatives say. transness is contagious.
who wouldn't want to braid their own body
in this dark & horrible place? i buy juju bees
& think of my dad's blue jeep (long dead).
i miss riding with the roof down. i miss
the rear-view mirror & how toothless,
it still saw me. my round face.
my crooked heart. freckles like hoof-prints 
of deer who wandered across my face
while i was hairless in the meadows. 
i burry the one mirror & it always
crawls back out. full of me. full of us.
candy spearmint leaves. a chocolate arch.