I ask the mirror if it can smell my
perfume. Yes, it says, like a shaved
Japanese flower--& can you smell mine?
Yes, I say, the completely smooth water
of it. Yes I can smell yours. Thank you.
Oh no, the mirror says,
thank you
for coming through
in pieces.
You will live in me until I
crack.
Stella Brice, from "You Should Ask The Mirror What
It Knows"