Woman Under Glass


    In the mirror,
    I am a woman under glass
    like week-old flowers when
    we don't change the water
    when we leave the roses
    roadside
    as lifeless as the idea
    of love
    as the idea
    I loved
    the water is dank
    and love smells bad



    In the mirror,
    I am a woman under glass
    falling petals
    love gone to seed
    nothing grows in bad water
    love gone to need
    so faithful is my brother
    so loyal are my friends
    holy were the words I had
    but the water is dank
    and love just smells bad



    ~XineAnn