[Maybe more often than most…]

Maybe more often than most she buys mirrors.The pseudo-Biedermeier at the flea market—over its workaday planking a veneer of nicer wood. Nested chevronswhose tips center the breastbone.She breathes and the crosshairs lose her, re-hone.Her will to seek glass—viz., the tiny Carnegie-toy branch library she writes in.Its transparent saffron books floating through the Tiffany wall.Breton imagined […]