after Jules Supervielle

Give her a mirror halfway across the road,
she’ll see life in it, slipping through her hands,
a glittering star like an irregular heart
which sometimes beats too fast, or beats too faintly.

When her favourite birds fly close
she’ll look at them without recognition
and terror-struck, she’ll try to glimpse her face–
the mirror will be speechless, silent forever.

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