SuZi
Monster

it was the mirror,
yards and yards of silvered glass
in the bathroom of a loft where as dinner guest
finally there was a moment alone.
it was the first time
seeing myself in my new incarnation:
tiny black shorts and crop top draping
a flesh familiar to touch but not vision--still tan and
strangely stem-like (as if time had only stopped in a section
of my brain, which roared and burned now: a new star),
but it was the raging purple and black miasma of my face
that terminated all doubt
of my new status.
my ears heard my laughter bouncing off the expensive tile,
finding finally the scar to match the star.
 
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