Hungry for strangers
it's that time of the month
Making funny faces in the mirror-
take it one step further and
Make funny shapes with your body in the mirror
Pose as Shiva with your palms out toward the mirror
Suffused with that irritant
Parroted internationally
known as train wreck
With oncoming blindness
With incoming invisible
Hungry for appetite
it's that kind of collapsed conveyance
fantasia of recall
unchecked with the poke of vestigial freckles
it's unfortunately visible
And she's crying in the mirror like a pornstar